| Spring colour my world
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| And its soulless body with this hate for life of death
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| From the dying snow
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| I feel the dripping water reborn my breath
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| The first flight of the butterfly
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| Reminds me about my hate for life
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| Stronger death is than love
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| For that your destiny is my knife
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| Oak, popular, pine and birch
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| Alder hear my immortality demand
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| Leafy white bearded woods
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| Hungry I am for his majestic king of the hillsides has
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| Grown green again
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| Under this rock, under that cliff
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| The sparkling frozen burnt
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| Mandrake rise now 'cause the beheaded sing
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| The heartbeat of the fungus and the anemony
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| Will be liquitated
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| Earthworms chill in the lichen foggy ground and the
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| Insects breathe, evil sprout
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| This is the nightfall of the wolf
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| Howling blasphemes in the
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| Night just like in the past
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| I am Megalomania the Diabolic
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| A stormruler of the southern borns
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| And I command generation of legions
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| In my ultimate magnificence
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| I do have no tears, I do have no funcken fear
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| On this battle my princess I will be your berseck
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| Undress my bride and let us feed upon lust
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| My precious whore I’m delighted by your pain
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| Oh beloved, trust you must never do
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| Your scream is heard but nothing they can do
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| Lie upon this mossgrown altar
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| And the dewdrops wet will feel your heat
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| Be my Bathori, my Nosferatu, my black evil witch
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| My delighted disciple
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| In your arms I will love
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| In your arms I will hate
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| Daughter, this sacrifice is for you
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| A black shape of Satan
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| Watches our darkened desires, join him
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| As a bat on the black sky
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| The shadow of Evil spreads over this world
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| Sun won’t set you free
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| Heading for the dark
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| Detta er upprum vonsku
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| «Pi engar si grona, under himlen si mork
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| Ute I det skona, vid nyvakinad bjork
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| Virnattens sista timma, for med sig ditt namn
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| Pi detta felt av dimma, forenas vi I gronskans famn
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| Endast mine och stjernor, mitt onda beger vet
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| Sisom eldens vilda ternor, k+rleken falsk gor dig het
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| Mitt viroffer du er, blodet frin ditt vita skote
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| Din sjel slits iser, doden dig har kommit til motes"
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| On a meadows so green, under the dark sky
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| Out in the beautiful, by newly awakened birch
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| The last hour of the springnight, carries your name
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| On this field of mist, we unite in the embrace of the green
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| Only the moon and the stars my evil desire knows
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| Like the wild brides of fire, false love makes you warm
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| You are my sacrifice to spring, the blood from your wet cunt
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| Your soul tars apart, death has come for you |