The Return of the Winter Frost

“In His Grim and Mournful Kingdom" (Sept. 1998) As night descends, gazing into the shadows of the moon Nocturnal winds blow, crossing the triangle of flames Spirits of iniquity, beneath the surface of the cold earth Awakened by the dance of eternal shadows With reverence his disciples have carried on Staining the blood of Christians on their swords They are the fist in the face of god Eternal is the war against those of the light Thy legions come forth on black wings of terror In honour of the cloven hoof, in the name of Satan Two thousand years, the throne lies vacant In his grim and mournful kingdom Hail Satanas! Open wide the gates to the infernal realm Send forth the black hordes of the abyss In nomine Satanas The feeble Christians fall Spread your wings and ascend into the nightsky Majestic silhouette in the light of the moon In nomine Satanas Darkness rules this world eternally “Spectre of Nothingness" (Jan. 2010) No life Pale existence A shadow of sorrow Passing through the night Unseen In darkness Mourning spirit Bleeding into the snow Lifeless upon frozen fields Dying Solitude Cursed endless Soul cold eternal Frozen in past times forgotten Forlorn Forever gone No tomorrow From this grave There is no turning back Nothing remains “The October Full Moon" (Oct. 1999) In deepest solitude, I walk through forests unknown The night air filling my lungs, like an unholy mist Traveling this nocturnal path, through gardens of grief The essence of autumn caresses my blackened heart I behold the dark majesty of the eternal night Her beauty compels me to seek the shadows of death The pale illusion of life is soon to be no more Bleeding so black, drowning in night’s blood Beneath a withering sky, veiled by autumn night I die in the light of the October full moon “As the Heavens are Reduced to Ash" (Aug. 1999) Painful cries from bleeding skies The heavens are in flames Blood and tears rain below As above screams fill the air Burnt angels fall to the ground Majestic wings torn off Their charred bodies, a symbol Worship at the altar of Hell Master, Lord Satan has conquered the heavens Now an abyss of fire Demons and ghouls flood the earth To rape and torture the weak Rivers run red with blood Mountaintops are ablaze His kingdom, reduced to ash The suffering souls condemned Eternal... Torment... The hypocrisy of his word Replaced by desperate cries Begging for salvation Praying for death Dead angels lie still As the heavens are reduced to ash “Morbid Hunger" (June 1999) Worms crawl through hollowed earth Drawn to the surface by heavy rains Sickened by the stench of treachery Withered trees weep over ancient crypts Not far beyond, the forest stands A murky stream flows nearby Hundreds lie in timeless sleep Beneath the grey nocturnal eye The pain is closing in around me Lost in a nameless void Amid decaying tombs and rusted gates I hunger to join the dead To rest, peacefully, in a grave Where all is still and silent Like wind through an endless forest The bells chime final doom "The Return of the Winter Frost" (Mar. 2004) In the pale blue light Of the rising moon Prominent in the night sky Mountains of ice come alive And move toward realms below To reclaim the bitter wastelands Ravens perch atop dead trees Clouds and lightning in the distance Funeral bells and the ravens’ call Signal the return of the winter frost From northern mountains Come floods of icy black The dark midnight sky opens wide On winds of doom death’s angels fly Surrounded by dismal moonfog The sun is frozen, never to rise As black storms from the north Freeze the world in eternal winter