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Dark clouds steal the color of the woodlands

Death beckons from beneath the stone

Figures approach, horse drawn coach, no shadows

Moonlit sky, Hagazussa fly

And now the sun has gone to be with God

The moonbeams are dancing with the fog

A lonely road, the stars shall take us on a cold, deserted night

Yet one can sense that we are not alone

Surrounding, abating all sense of what is real

The cognizance of being drawn to the flame

The flame! Drawn to the flame!

"For the flesh invokes its desire against the spirit, and the spirit against the flesh

For these are in opposition to one another, so that you may not do the things that you wish

The weapons we fight with are not the weapons of the world

On the contrary, they have divine power to demolish strongholds"

Deus salva nos de Satana

Drawn to the flame

Now the sun's gone to be with God

Moonlit sky, Hagazussa fly

Fight for your life is in vain

Vyrkolak on the attack

Sorceress hunting her prey

Screaming, laughing

This is no dream, this is not a game

The cognizance of being drawn to the flame