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Under the gaze of an owl I walk the streets of the ghastly stars To reach the pond of purest black The surface gleams Like a pearl in the vast plane Wet sacred shrine emerged as my spirit is Led astray in search for illuminated skies On a conquest through nighttime Meadows Lingering spirits gather at the seven stones Dark is the night And so is the hatred in my soul The oracle pierces the pale shapes Concoct serpent and concubine souls See and select the one must grim Bitter the unpenetrable darkness My gnarled body remained in the deep Still my spirit is trapped in catatonic state Listen while it speaks Lightning gives shape to the night Blood will flow through the night of Black crystals Es brennt ein feuer in mir Nie zufor war das feuer so dunkel Und kalt und es gehort zu mir Es wird brennen bis ich sterbe Und erlosen in kalte Das feuer verbreited sich Von geist zu geist Und jede sehle wird verzehrt Dark and cold moon behind the clouds Dance the spirit dance in battered shape I am alone among these hollow shadows Like we did before meet the seven stones I the selected one ignite the spirits dance