Black mist surrounds me
as I raise my sword to the skies.
This battleground of ice
shall soon hold my lust.
As a pale moon fades into
twilight.
And the last light of sun
sinks into the earth.
I ride into conquest
eternal with the thoughts
of my forest queen.
Mysteries of ancient times
lost deep in cold dark shadows.
Seething, writhe in witchery
under black veils of
destruction.
Black hearts take the soul
as the black night now engulfs
you.
Terminal, severed
in my hands, the heart of an
angel.
Once hallowed, now a ghost
roam the skies in repentence.
