.The gusts of the malicious black wind tear down the golden leaves from the
Curved branches in the enchanted forest, cold whirlwind brings dark, touches
The ground with hatred, sets fire wrath in the souls... Bestial wrath of the battle.
O, Lord of the Night, Bringing Honour and Pride, I .
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