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Listen to them, the children of the night

Banished by the light, blessed by the woeful

An unquenchable thirst, with strength of a hundred men

Echoes from the past, we hear our masters call

May the rays of the sun never come

Desperation through isolation

May the bridges they burn light our way

A thousand fires and howls shall lead the way to the sanctuary

I follow the rotten stench, I greet the dreadful one and embrace his words, the blood is the life

Desperation through isolation

May the bridges they burn light our way

Desperation through isolation

May the rays of the sun never come

Never come