Dead Of Winter

Across The Vast Storm Front

Dead Of Winter


Across The Vast Storm Front

Dark entities bear me upon chaotic winds 
The end has been summoned 
The black gate has opened 
The rides have appeared 
To descend upon the lambs 
Crying for the black tears of the fallen angels 
Screaming for the true wisdom of the ancient ones 
I grasp the charred hands that reach towards me 
And fly on the howling winds of the storm 

Tearing… across the vast storm front 
Borne by the storm 
Riding the chaos winds 
Pure fire blazes in my eyes 
As I lead the host across the skies 
A figure shrouded in tattered cloak of night 
Stands atop the Great Mountain and curses the stars 
He beckons down the spiritual forces from nebulae beyond 
His dripping wrath empowers the host as they race across the sky 

The seas are boiling, the heavens are churning 
The hell spawned mass cavorts on high 
The earth ablaze, our lands our burning 
The final hour is nigh...