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Misfortune days seems far away

Like the wind takes the dust

A heartbeat vanished in the silence

Releasing the wrath

You know my name won't be forgotten

I'll do with yours as well

A cold December of 1845

The most painful way to leave

They will fall in endless stream

Ruined the haven, Death's trembling Den

They will not make me fall

Become the Cryptic.

Thy moonlit souls are so hollow, hollow

The Guilty burn in hell

Can ear them screaming?

Now I'm the evil, so hollow, hollow

Scattered fragments of a lifetime

The haunted house remains

Just a memento lost in shades

So hidden to get it back.

Hundred years in long for vengeance

The sentence goes further death