Album: Never Deny From the Powers of Sorcery

The night air is gently moved
By the banshees, their howling
Is heard between the frost
The fullmoon is shinning with a
Mesmerizing light she gazes at
The sky, her skin is white and
Soft, she's white as death, her
Breath carries the frost, it
Stops life
Her soft hand of pale skin
Touches the ground, she shows
A gentle smile in her face, the
Air is poisoned with disease, the
Earth gets purified by death,
The plague has begun again

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