Silent as the grave closes the shutters
wet and dark against the forest
Slowly settles down like that,
and whispers cold and dense
Elves and tussles and trolls
In a row They wade forward
In this late gust, dark night
each sneaks a wit
to surrender
In the night's walk through woods
and fields, where silence rules
For peace is power and strength there
where the roofs roam freely
For insidious is It, so every soul
sees the dark throne of salvation
opens up In a distant vision
There we go step by step
To where this cold darkness
and freedom reigns mighty
Where existence will open itself
to eternal hours of the night
Where the sun never rises
and withers every leaf
Where doomsday bells
Hang on HIS castle and chime
But a roof journey must hide
the night stands still
And the sun peeks hideously up
between high and steep mountains
However, a time will come
where one overthrows the light seat
And all all its disciples will
search in despair in the darkness
Look for a god of light
whom the servants of darkness have then killed
And painfully they will be punished for
their invincible folly
The trap you yourselves trod
when you tried to trap the black horde
Ton for all eternity
as unworthy slaves of Satan's order

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