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Swept the wintery landscapes Untouched by the hands of the holy I am a demon, I hold the key But not for myself... But to crush the feeble race I have had visions of lost kingdom Once so proud but only to fall We raise the sign on the mountainside This domain... Is eternally ours Our world is like a black soul In eternal search for immortality But the soul is tired of searching... |
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