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The fullmoon shall light up the rotting forest by it's empty shine

Trees are decorated with empty shells of hung worthless beings, soaking in their blood.

That mixed with dirt forms a circle from which she has been bred

And she rises to bestow the darkness upon us

The scarlett beauty, in white dress, painted by their blood

The murderous wonder, infecting the heart

She walks proudly among the rotten bodies, enjoying the sight of mass graves dug

She revels is sick desire for death...

To create the new breed of hate from the roots of bleeding trees.