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BELPHAGOR

 

In the horizon the sky is turning red
Clouds of Dust and distant sounds
The winds of destruction are enclosing
No chance - no fate - no morning again

This is the final night!

As the stars start to descend
The crimson sky and distant rumble
It's time to wage the unholy war
War against the lord of lies

 

 

ÎÊÒßÁÐÜ 2000

ÑÅÍÒßÁÐÜ 2000

 

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