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I silently wither alone

Tears that fall from my eyes

Like shards of glass

The calm river the moon has wept upon

These hallowed grounds

The eerie glooming of moonlight through the mist

Seems all so surreal

Trespass these mystical gates

Of Hell and death

Through the swirling snow from above

A desolate landscape of death

Forever clung to the celestial dreams

The blight of the blizzard

Like the painting of the moon

Cruel and unforgiving

The howling and blistering wind encircling

I draw nearer unto death

With every pulsing minute of time

I am drawn past the lure of the snow

To the stars frozen onto the ground

I cast a deathly glare at the moon

Tortured Rememberance of night long past

Still haunted by its presence

The dark wood offers a soft whisper unto my ear

The hidden, horned one is re-invoked

Enthraled in the alure of it's presence

I stand alone, in the middle of the dark wood

Enchanted and mesmerized by the dark magic

I conceed to the call of the evil

Engulfed in it's all mighty power

Lathered in it's erotic taste

Condemming all that is good

I prowel the night, a nocturnal being

This is my will

The principle of evil