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Opera Ix The Oak

is blowing in my face melting the ice of death. Burnt alive victims around the cromlec'h in honour of my immortality. Crucified on The Oak. My blood

wind is blowing in my face melting the ice of death. Burnt alive victims around the cromlec?h in honour of my immortality. Crucified on The Oak. My blood