"The death arrives at last, this is the final hour
The lunar spirits fade away getting back the faceless dawn
We reach the peak in our passionate endeavor
And remain silent swirled in approaching storm of flesh…
 
Crowned ourselves the kings of blasphemy
Climbed upon the highest of the thrones…
Devouring true wonders of this universe,
We are the bastard sons of ages…"
 
Herr Stalhammar "Crescent Moon"
 

 
  
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