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In the dusk he talked to the mystic face of the moon Promising that he will cover it with blood [He said] "See for what I fought so long, O' coldest moon, now to you I belong" He slept seven nights in the snow and the deepest breeze Until his flesh begins to freeze He couldn't hold his breath Caught by the nocturnal death See this unholy throne of blood This is the last omen of the moon Unclenching his cold fists Entering in the blackest mist Worshiping the funeral winter Wiping his last tears "Je garde dans mon Coeur la douceur glaciale du néant, Ô triste lune, te souviens tu comme je pleurais en te regardant?" From Letras Mania