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[The Holy
The end is near!
Time the end
the foe is dead!
Consume his flesh and sip his
then:
'time the end... '
furtive hole his blood shed forth
none cares of misty
of shady wood with its
rush rolling the vaults

Our utmost foe is to be gone to and ruin!
Now
we'll destroy his path has been
in such way!
We'll shred array
of his prophets led our flock astray!

[The Holy
How should they

them!
them!

[The Holt:]
Time the end!

Their proved to be utterly crooked!

Holy Holt:]
They will away all your memories!
They will your limbs with deadly disease!
Only they will march you hand in hand
to your dreams
them nearing the end!

The end is near!
Decline
to reign among the kings!

But to no avail!
It's not e'en and sick
on the contrary
Its head is nowhere to be
it cannot speak so gear it up as horse!

To be its corpse!
And if you please exert yourself to this trunk!

Holy Holt:]
Our GOD prefers to dwell the ruins
thus he does his orifice obliquely!
Dilapidated mill shows no
We will make up our
to be akin those trees!

To dwell in grove!
Amid the trees shining leaves and fruits!
Admire sacred grove!
up your mind
to be as as you can!

Oh please avoid imprudent
to the way our savior rose to be reborn!

[The Holy
We are not by such distance!
We'll our horses toward clouds
in of roaring storm!

All alone!
From ruin tomb in a forgotten
through the eyes of the dead!

[The Holt:]
All alone!
From tomb in a forgotten land...

So there is nothing for it but to do best
to be dead!

How I be...
My
me the way!
How I turn to dust...
My
me the way
I can your swarm

[The Holt:]
Time the end!
Time the end!

He has done alone
all alone!
From a ruin in a forgotten land
He'll be dead!

All alone he escaped
of those saints!
He them all not resentful but dead!
All alone he came softly up
no one sow
no one heard gloating the senseless corpse...
He has done this
all alone!
Fallen one no victim undone!
But no one ever

how did he
showing to their ways!
to survive
for was so much at stake!
Time the end!
nears the end!

Deep down thy art goest
thy dauby picture
looks like hell but does the not a dreg!

For w-horse of yours
only ill-gotten
so ought to be ill-spent!
(so they say in case)

Shine on brighter than the sun
your hoax-horizons
denizens of boggy you've searched for
meant not to be led in anyway...
Never...

Never...
never...

[The Holt:]
He found his way his kingdom

As one expect
he's the gloomy wood for grove!

[The Holy
He found his way the heaven!
we have got our lord
in his high above!

All alone!
ruin tomb in a forgotten land
seen through the of the dead!
All alone!
From ruin in a forgotten land
you came so gloriously to be (dead) the One!

For angels leave no victims
no their remains
thus appear the of fallen one
...to turn his concubine the ruins
and and rule among the ruins he has done!

The Holy Holt entering Grove
We have done alone
all alone!

...through the sweet Eucharist of trees!
Brothers do their gifts!

[The Holt:]
oaks!
You've been meant by our for us
sacred trees
Give us your life wisdom of yours!
It is not to be at that
we are to inaccessible for deadly curse!
We win!
With the acorn of life and inside
of our
thus our mind!

we possessed!
We'll glorify all ways!

And all his
you nothing possessed!
Time the end!
nears the end!