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The gusts of the malicious black wind tear down the golden leaves from thecurved branches in the enchanted forest, cold whirlwind brings dark, touchesthe ground with hatred, sets fire wrath in the souls... Bestial wrath of the battle.O, Lord of the Night, Bringing Honour and Pride, I see the winter shades goingaway, as the ships leaving for the evening sea, accompanying with the ravensscreams. Under the silver moon in the crying clouds... My incinerated heartis bleeding... Winds and storms were summoned from the past by the art of evilwondering and the blasphemous lust of midnight, and they will stay here till theend of times, collecting the power and malice. In the darkness, among theblack stones. The trees whispered, curved the bared trunks... Night cameto me, in the crown of dark blue skies, glorified by the spirit of cold storms.
And Darkness.
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