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A cold breath of dead trees

I stood in a woodland desolation

Where the blaze of the moon

Pierces through the bare crowns of the trees

Desperate screams o black dumbfounded crowns

have ceased

On a November night I’m coming back

to the forgotten past

On a November night I’m burning down

In the fire of Shamain

I’m coming back among the flames

The mystery puts the blessing

The power of Azel comes and goes to this night

Together with morning mist

The bonfire have ceased

In my heart they will stay forever!