From the Coldest Past

“Awaiting the Black Winter Gods” (Apr. 2003) The winter wind howls Through the branches of dead trees In death’s cold crypts Nocturnal evil sleeps Buried deep within frost-covered mountains In a land of ice and snow He rises from the northern abyss Summoned by the full moon Compelled by the scent Of decaying Autumn leaves He stalks throughout the forest Obscured by grey mist He leads forth the shadow horde They are sworn to end Christ’s reign Churches burn beneath the North star As they await… The return of the black winter gods “The Frigid Darklands” (Dec. 2009) As wolves among sheep We wander silent Awaiting our time to rise Hordes of the frigid darklands With swords of ice And hatred so bitter cold The bodies of our enemies Bleed into permafrost With us comes winter eternal Freezing away impurities They are soon forgotten Under layers of snow From the coldest past The land of ice and moonshadows We reclaim this world In the name of the northern gods Frozen winds sweep over the land Eternal desolation This mighty winter precedes The age of rebirth