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Darkwoods My Betrothed Dark Aureoles Gathering

whispering from the dark freezing winds blow through the promised land of god heralding the nocturnal rising of the black breath of evil dark aureoles

winds burn the corpses of weak believers in shame see our black legions rise for we crave our satanic souls to satisfy on our trail only darkness remains

from the dark freezing winds blow through the promised land of god heralding the nocturnal rising of the black breath of evil dark aureoles are covering