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Whispering echoes swallowed by the desolation of the night

In an infinite sky of black moon

Darkness falls of the last time

Summoning unholy spirits while I hold the torch.

Funeral shadow dances and longing for the dead world

Freezes my old skin to the sound of norther storms.

Inner tyranny, endless comptempt

I will dwell in silence on the mountain of wisdom

In this world of shadows without rest.