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On this night of Nights, She's coming my way<br />Under this rain, dirty with agony and pain<br />Mistress of Doom, winner of all fights<br />My glance is reflected in the blade of the Scythe<br /><br />A sparkling golden sickle<br />Mows down souls whistling in the air<br />Reddens little by little<br />The seas of life and mankind's lairs<br /><br />A fall into the abyss<br />Deep into agony and pain<br />Spiral down to the anguish<br />It had been all in vain<br /><br />Welcome, please join the fair of failures<br />Enter into the hall of pleasures<br />Righteous the act to kill<br />Wasn't it one of Gods wills?<br /><br />Leave behind all the trails of winter<br />The time had come for me to go<br />The fear has gone, the storm is over<br />And there's someone at your door<br /><br />Another name to be carved<br />For every slash of my blade<br />Until the day you find<br />The one reflected is your face<br /><br />Come, taste blood, rust and terror<br />Come to the show with no restraint<br />-It's your time!<br /><br />Mother of desperation<br />Death of thunder and rain<br />Sighs and tears are all in vain<br />Clad in a cloak of despair<br />She'll take you away<br /><br />Welcome, please join the fair of failures<br />Enter into the hall of pleasures<br />Righteous the act to kill<br />Wasn't it one of Gods wills?<br /><br />Leave behind all the trails of winter<br />The time as come for me to go<br />The fear has gone, the storm is over<br />And there's someone at your door<br />Hold your ground and watch your back<br />With the aim of remaining the last<br />I asked this night for a piece of advice<br />This time the Scythe won't fall, keep still! <br /><br />(...and if you follow the trails down this winter wake<br />Sh's reaping down souls, one for every flake<br />Throughout the ages, through centuries<br />She, mistress of customs, of memories)

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On this night of Nights, She's coming my way<br />Under this rain, dirty with agony and pain<br />Mistress of Doom, winner of all fights<br />My glance is reflected in the blade of the Scythe<br /><br />A sparkling golden sickle<br />Mows down souls whistling in the air<br />Reddens little by little<br />The seas of life and mankind's lairs<br /><br />A fall into the abyss<br />Deep into agony and pain<br />Spiral down to the anguish<br />It had been all in vain<br /><br />Welcome, please join the fair of failures<br />Enter into the hall of pleasures<br />Righteous the act to kill<br />Wasn't it one of Gods wills?<br /><br />Leave behind all the trails of winter<br />The time had come for me to go<br />The fear has gone, the storm is over<br />And there's someone at your door<br /><br />Another name to be carved<br />For every slash of my blade<br />Until the day you find<br />The one reflected is your face<br /><br />Come, taste blood, rust and terror<br />Come to the show with no restraint<br />-It's your time!<br /><br />Mother of desperation<br />Death of thunder and rain<br />Sighs and tears are all in vain<br />Clad in a cloak of despair<br />She'll take you away<br /><br />Welcome, please join the fair of failures<br />Enter into the hall of pleasures<br />Righteous the act to kill<br />Wasn't it one of Gods wills?<br /><br />Leave behind all the trails of winter<br />The time as come for me to go<br />The fear has gone, the storm is over<br />And there's someone at your door<br />Hold your ground and watch your back<br />With the aim of remaining the last<br />I asked this night for a piece of advice<br />This time the Scythe won't fall, keep still! <br /><br />(...and if you follow the trails down this winter wake<br />Sh's reaping down souls, one for every flake<br />Throughout the ages, through centuries<br />She, mistress of customs, of memories)