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through the winding forest where the bodies of disillusioned peasantslay in frozencatacombs, gothic oakwood may once again take its real form and graspfor your soul, as thenight falls, green turns tothe colour which brings forth the eternal rest, reach forth and separatethe mystical branchas the moon is surpassedby a blanket of unholy cloud and echoed shrieks, ambience of the darkevolves from beyondthe divine nightshade,faraway from the forest, the souls of the dead travel beneath the earthssoil to arrive atthe tree of life and death, now adisoriented monk banished from teh order finds solace within the coldsurroundings of theuntouched ground, thesecrets are revealed to him, it is he who commands the living, the dead- The dead
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