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Ancient The Draining

soul, as ethereal tentacles penetrate the energy shield. It's the Draining, It's the draining, draining, draining... How does it feel to be drained

soul, as ethereal tentacles penetrate the energy shield. It's the Draining, It's the draining, draining, draining??.. How does it feel to be drained

alarmed soul, as ethereal tentacles Penetrate the energy shield. It's the Draining, It's the draining, Draining, draining??.. How does it feel to be drained

In a long lost forgotten place in the forest The trace of his castle is rised like a monument An ancient building of stone points to the sky The remnant

The sound of cries in agony Awakes my sleeping demon The mood of grief excites me The mood invert my grief to joy The demon makes me laugh a demonic

Once the sun was shining over his kingdom The god from the cast - the bringer of love People there lived happy the people lived in peace The birds were

Wrath of evil is mighty Wrath of evil is strong All evil shall crush (god) the almighty Blood shall cover his throne At last our forces are faced To

in the morning mist we hide As lovers we embrace earch other fiercely Generating powers and so my pale enchantress dance for me Dance with blasphemous grace - snare my flesh Drain