Silver vatten, sjön vilar blank som stål
O andar, för mig
Fog, blinds your eyes as you walk
You can feel things
Ont blod lämnad av mörkrets dräpelse
I ett Sodom av blodbadens
We are templars, of an old order
And we are believers,
As terror comes down on the earth it strikes down
KimeraDevastating in the forthcoming age of warMarauding all holy ground
GorgonOnce again I call upon them, please be my guests
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