At dusk a stillness falls defeated warriors seized from life shielding the landscape, they lie as legions have before them
The crow spirals down from its tower of dominion its eternal quest is the blood of the slain it sees battles, victories and visions fortold its eyes hold the secrets of eternity
Devouring warriors
Seeking spilled blood
The triple figure of war shall arise
A shape of black shadows
And wind blown leaves
It shall sweep its endless domain
Snowflakes soar on the northern wind
Figures transform to crystal and ice
The voice of the future cries out across the land
I am the wind that rolls from the sea i am the darkness that cloaks your soul i am the whisper that drifts through the trees i am the fate that compels you all
