Belfegor - The Last Journey
Amdist the black of the nightAwash with the silver winter brathAmidst the depths of snowsAttired in the icy shroudYou stand under the starsGazing into the black eptinessHearken! The wind has spokenOne that carries the smell of deathIt weaves the stories of countless full moonsOf dead worlds covered with mist of oblivionIt tempts with the stories of keepsCut in the granite cliffsOf distant icy domainsYou listen to storiesAnd cross the gates of your last journeyOne that is filled with pain and desireFuelled by grim moan of millennial forestsYou arrive at the end of your journeyFulfilling your destiny and fate
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