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Şarkı Sözleri Rotting, yet everlasting Queen of the black arts: Alluring, yet burning nauds you cast upon the filthy breed. Oh, mother of malice, evil staves, corroding seed. Queen reaper, winding the scythe of anti-cosmos. The skies shatter in your very frozen breath of eight. The earth shakes and fall in your very gaze of ten. Assiduous queen: spirit of legions and wrathful men. You are flames, you are smoke, destruction in the eyes of the foe. Terrible... Immortal...