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In the howling storm,

Through the wailing winds,

The tower rises - singing in hell’s despair

Under the sorrowed moonlight

As demonic sigils are inverted,

The roses pierce sinful flesh

Ivory thorns ripping through!

A thousand graves lay candlelit,

Buried in the courtyard of wandering priests

The blue-lit crescent shadows the land

As oceans carry a sacred hymn

Bones of demons picked clean by ravens

The Moontower, where the tyrant lays

Where the armed druids lash the heretic skin

Pale faces, starlit and somber

Where sin withers in fear of celestial light

Under the sorrowed moonlight,

As demonic sigils are inverted,

The roses pierce sinful flesh