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Night again stealthy and darkened

As stars don't rise and winds are silent...

And the moon as pupil pale mystic and deadly

Lightens and stares his nocturnal reign

Blessing blasphemies and curses

Mourning whispers

Silent screamings

Striking mind like

Nails piercing flesh

From the past voices crying for revenge

On light (forgotten his warmth)

And his liar regent

Two thousands of years

Passed by their curse

And as many will pass

And with them

Hate will grow

Wrath will grow

Until the lamb will be defeated

Chained and tortured

Shattered, tear up, lacereted

Until with its flesh and suffering

Will be paid the tribute of blood

And satisfied the mocking laughing

Of the ones who

Once condemned

Now reign

On the ones who

Made a virtue of vileness

Until night shall fall again...

Majestic and endless

And everlastingly dead light

Of the servant and his Lord

Will be dust

Wasted

By the winds