AS I CLIMB DOWN THE FACE OF ROCKS
THE COOL GRIM WINDS BLOW INDECENT
THE BLISS OF THE VALLEY AND ETERNAL HATE
SHADOWS OF LANDS ONCE SWEPT BELOW
THE TOWERING BLACKNESS OF VICTORIOUS ONES
RISING UP FORTH TO NEW GLORYS
NO BATTLES SHALL PASS
WHERE THEY DANCE THE MACABRE
GRABBING ON THE SHADOW OF HORNS
SPIRIT EVERLASTING FULFILLED BY DAEMONS
SEARCHING THE SKY TO FIND INFERNAL WISDOM
EMPEROR OF SKYS AND CLOUDS DARKNESS
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