Wolves cry out into the mist nightsky
These lands where footsteps lead
Trails of death spirit of souls
Riding the black winds of death
O night spirit
I am equal to thee
I have conquered power
I am the nightsky emperor
Winds of a storm, come forth!
Bask in the sun of the day
Cold clouds roll into darkness
Covering the earth in frost
Night spirit eternal power
Spirit
Bleed
Night spirit
Darkness
Holds existence
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