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From beyond the storms
Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured
turns to nothingness
And my imagination like dust clouds

Over this land, [unverified]
Wonder how clouds rage
And all you can feel is the cold
Of funeral times, they are

He saw, lived and in these dreams of demons
Wondering how he could open the gate to dark times
And forth to the domains of Satyricon
Two great spears and a flag of and hate

Above it all, fall, living for the quest and the search
Dying for the key, living for the
northern spirit and come forth under
The of the castle, Satyricon