Misanthropic Poetry

Inhaling the Wind of the Burning Grim Dreams (...And the Mighty Hammer Roars)

Misanthropic Poetry


It blazes my eyes 
When the grey of the sky of the burned autumn bodes the times of the battle wrath winter season returns 
It sounds in my heart with wildness when the great charmed icy hammer roars 

It's when the wind of the grim dreams tears grey sky with fury 
Fill me for my spirit rising 
When the great hammer I'll rise up for the times of the battle wrath winter season returned 
Rise Up Your Mighty Hammer! 

Inhaling the furious wind of the burning grim dreams 
To demonize in the first hours the stars pierce the gloaming 
And the scarlet streams inside of me turn black and my heart turns to the frozen stone 
Turning the Great Hammer winter key riding the whirlwind 
I burst into the battle ARMO! 
Wind of hymns when the evilness parade under the field of the grimmest star beam 

Blow through me 
For my spirit rising 
With the burning grim dreams 
Where the mighty hammer roars. 

Opened wide times of the winter wrath it's throwing with ice in the battle will never end. 
I will wait for the Darkness inscribe 
Wrathful names of the warrior lords in the star pier of the mystic bounds 
Inhaling the wind of the burning grim dreams.

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