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The cold, cold night is at its end.
Bring me, bring me the conclusion. Blissful end and dissolution. Tear a hole in every star. Tear a hole in every heart. Kneel before the ages' end. Kneel before a life well spent. Old books crumble into dust, old souls creak at the long last. Witness light that shows the way, witness tyrants in dismay. Witness gods that are long gone, new dawn's coming after all

Listen to the winter's call, listen to the current howl. Listen to the prophecy, near the fire, you and me. Bar your windows, bar your doors. Stoke the fire, the wolf comes. Now we hear his voice once more, now we hear the sacred call. The voice of mankind's conclusion, the sound of a dissolution. Find the chaos, find it in me. In girum imus nocte et consumimur igni
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