Mystic night come encircle me with your inimitable darkness Drown me in agony and sombre thoughts
Come fourth your legions of unpurity I'll bring myself under your domination
Just one of hundred million subjects in your precious kingdom in the sky Master of fire, earth, water and wind
Winter... a petrified nature in a frozen world Silence... listen to the thunderstorm A new star is born another's burning into oblivion
Frozen thoughts
Harden my soul lord of north with the frost as your sword Just like in the mountains where the never-melting snor is hiding the scars of eternal torture within
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