A wasteland grows inside my mind
As the moons sets before my eyes
My dreams are old and milleniums passed by
Torn - in a strong reality
Born - into the wrong century
I am soldier of dark existence
I'll last eternally...
I am the triumphator
In the grip of eternal frost
Domination, devastation
Eternal damnation
...Not just evil imaginations
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