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Under the gaze of an owlI walk the streets of the ghastly starsTo reach the pond of purest blackThe surface gleamsLike a pearl in the vast planeWet sacred shrine emerged as my spirit isLed astray in search for illuminated skiesOn a conquest through nighttimeMeadowsLingering spirits gather at the seven stonesDark is the nightAnd so is the hatred in my soulThe oracle pierces the pale shapesConcoct serpent and concubine soulsSee and select the one must grimBitter the unpenetrable darknessMy gnarled body remained in the deepStill my spirit is trapped in catatonic stateListen while it speaksLightning gives shape to the nightBlood will flow through the night ofBlack crystalsEs brennt ein feuer in mirNie zufor war das feuer so dunkelUnd kalt und es gehort zu mirEs wird brennen bis ich sterbeUnd erlosen in kalteDas feuer verbreited sichVon geist zu geistUnd jede sehle wird verzehrtDark and cold moon behind the cloudsDance the spirit dance in battered shapeI am alone among these hollow shadowsLike we did before meet the seven stonesI the selected one ignite the spirits dance