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The Kovenant In Times Before The Light

across the fields, forever growing cold Lightning fills my heart like myths had once foretold I prowl the woods for living blood, the reaper of light

from the sun Lonely times before the light Are yet to come Dark night...Lonely night In times before the feeble Cold night...Freezing night In times before the light

Breath through the chasm of night Wander off into the mountain Where many a king has fone Before the dawn of time Misty paths enlighten my

Swept through the loney marshes Of Norseland ancient soil Below me withering blizzard Has melted with the snow My tears no longer turned to frost My eyes

Swept in the wintery landscapes Untouched by the hands of the holy But not for myself... I am a demon, I hold the key But to crush the feeble race