(Remake Of "The Dark Castle In The Deep Forest" From "Dark Medieval Times") Burn! Dark, horned, I spin over dead funeral realm (wonder to realm side) Come forth unholy winter behold unmake in clad Hail mistress of the night, so (call) dark black grim and evil To live possessed by the springing dance I could feel the presence of the shadows from lament deepest dark Never come in wind's breath When I reign, baptized by that full moon night Let bell hordes come to me, justice one I fight When all we're near - death is here I wonder eternally, blood An easement wondering We wonder fields of blood Black fog of the moon it's a symbol maculate And night plague, its turn realm back side
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