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Countess all dressed in red, forsaken in your fortress in the heart of dark mountains, lulled by the crying crows, your waiting for the return of he who made yo... - Selvmord
En flod siver ut av mine rer, mrkt blod, denne varme ste strmmen som gir livet, siver obnnhrlig utover, stivner p bakken, dekker den lik nattens stjerner om dag... - Shadows From The Past
A rain of tears streams down what was my face, the last sparkling stars in this gloomy ocean All is darkening, blackness covers the sky and falls to earth, merg... - Siguilum Sanctum Lycantropia
The cold winds of mayhem squalls through the dark and deep forest brings the smell of decayed flesh, intensifies this desire for murder Cycle of werewolf Hells ... - Sønner Av Den Fimbulvetr
Der Hvor jorden er evig kald, og deres hemelighetr gjemmes i de dype skoger, de mrke skyer dras ned i den evig undergan lynets lyd slr mot en blodig himmel vind... - The Thousand Tongues Of Medusa
She's got the long fangs of a boar, two smooth golden wings, she's got bronze hands, with sharp claws, her poison blood running through her ophidian corpse is m...
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