Whispered tales
Dark forboding
Pale eyes pierce the dark
In this land of hate

Beyond graveyard mists
The moss the stoney ground
Mezmerized by moon and thought
I wander alone...

Great monuments of evil
I beheld rites i have seen
Forboding death
Black candles hate

Darkness befalls thy kingdom
Ravens await thy fall
I shall not yield thy throne

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