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Time is lost all around 
We shall begin the visions so terrible 
The Dream-like one will come 
Winds will roar the commands of Hell 
Out from the seven gates 
Everything is black and dead 
Life has turned to fire 
The Stones of Death are alive 
The Dream-like one will come 
There is nothing to fight for 
Lost in the shadow of Satan 
Embrace the cold of murder 
Your soul has changed to abyss 
Deep vibrations from darkness 
Await the rise of death inside 
Sub-terrain rises - Hell begins 
There is nothing to fight for 
Lost in the shadow of Satan 
Embrace the cold of murder 
Your soul has changed to abyss 
Embrace the cold of murder 
Your soul has changed to abyss