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When the sky changes the colours
The ghosts of the past announce the words
... Of the dark book
Candles on the way towards the temple
Your broken nails on the trees
To hide you from the priests
... In the woods of Walacchia
Blood will be life
There will be a morbid breath
The rain will be tears
... After the night of dark moon...
