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    bishop of hexen in efsanevi parçası.

    Gowns of fiendish beauty-decaying, curved sharp nails
    Prince of evil's hags-hovering on thin air
    Circle the ancient-caulderon of summoning
    Mumbling the infinite dark hex

    "Goat-headed father, raven on left, wolf at your right
    Asmodeus & Zabulon"
    Into our lungs we will inhale this night

    The battle-cry of men
    The screams in the living woods
    It echoes in the valley
    Yet the darkness remains mute

    The surreal touch between steel & flesh
    Invoked, between them, a tragedy of odour & liquids
    A harmony conceived by drops of tears & blood

    The outcome of the spell
    It weaves a cloak of darkness
    Which will harvest the new leader
    The sweet whispers of betrayal

    The night is drenched in mist and in the smell of battlefield
    The ice cracks open from the dazzling smell of agony
    His tragedy-the fire will burn forever in his veins
    The wounds of flesh & soul will leave the-melancholic stains
    Crippled, yet alive-stay you to be the teacher of the arts
    "We condemn you to eternal enmity"!

    With heavy armour and two-handed swords
    The summoned fury of spelled-blinded hordes
    As if it is in slow motion-sky as earth
    Trembling under the hooves

    The outcome of the spell
    It weaves a cloak of darkness
    Which will harvest the new leader
    The sweet whispers of betrayal
    ... obtainedenslavement