the snow turns red
Upon the darkest mountain Appears all the spirit of the night Where the light has sorrow Maybe a day he'll reach
Born from the dark Living in a land of horrors Laying in a bier Blood and pleasure
Vampires, creatures, demons... At the gates
Spirits... We are come To stay in this land of tears
Upon the darkest mountain Carpathian spells Walpurgis night Black Sabbath... Sabbath!!!!
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