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Old Mans Child The Pagan Prosperity

The night calls as the evening light fades cast your shadow and cover this earth bury the surface and possess the nights dark come forth, put spells on

Can you hear the voices call or will you die before the charge will you meet the face of death the one you fear, and will despise. Lord of Chaos in disguise

Hear how the wolves sing as day become night... the earth shivers, it's on it's way, see how the fear increase they await the beast soon blood will be

Beyond the black of the netherworld lies a kingdom untouched created by the sins of man... and the evil that man do. Walls painted with the color of

: Rage... behold the master feel him curse the sky, strong our mighty father for him we will die. Burn... we praise your fire and the fearful dark,

: Believe in my and worship my dream become what I want you to be, where silence rule and emptiness flows in the wind, can you feel my call ones again

: Hear how the wolves sing as day become night... the earth shivers, its on its way see how the fear increase they await the beast soon blood will be

: In my world where emptyness lies and nothing but hate controls my mind. My mountains too steap to conquer I'm trapped inside myself. Torn apart by