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Night has fallen

Like the final curtain

Night has whispered

Now I am certain

Of the scars in my heart

From my world being torn apart

So, into noose, rope is tied

By sure hands, pulled tight

Around every crooked, traitor's neck

Throttling until violent death

Night has spoken!!

It is the final work, the end of you.

The time for all of you

To perish in misery comes

To fall in great numbers,

Be covered in dust and soil

And for your flesh to spoil

Soon the carrion birds call....

Every death is our victory

And the doorway to pagan worlds