April 2009
<p align="center">När liv blir till död <p align="center"> I mörkrets djupa vansinne finns inget annat än smärtor och ondska Portalen har öppnats , ill
Veckans låt Hail murder : DARK FUNERAL!!!!! In the dungeon so cold, sits the Nazarene son. His eyes filled with tears, his soul with fear. Asking himself, where is my god now? Preacher of lies,
Freezing Moon Everything here is so cold Everything here is so dark I remember it as from a dream In the corner of this time Diabolic shapes float by Out from the dark I remember it was here I died B
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