Symphony of the Froststorm

Naked drawn unto the fields of snow

where the velvet glow of dawn

unfolds the weak embodiment of a dying kind

and still they bath in glory and in fame

..until the glacial downfall..

iceshard terror

the skinless human form

looks oh so forsaken

snowblind bleeding shades

of dead millenias ruins

crawl forth unto a frozen idol

the birds became silent when crystalized breath

left their rigid beaks, cutting their throats

on trees of cold glass, surveying the mass

little statues that sing nevermore

great hunger drove out the wolves to feast..

every spark of hope has ceased to exist

only bleak skintearing mist

spreads amongst the remnants

like a vile desolate disease

The covenant of fucking widespread deaths

now finally fulfilled

Mans blood is balm for my hatedrenched ethos

They may attend

the requiem for their hopes

beneath a black drawn sky

immersed in fainting candlelight

I taste the sweetest wrench

the calm after the storm

is peaceful and full of splendor

The scapegoat of god

lies dead in rigor mortis

and nothing but ice

delights the congealed eye

This is the aeon of the wrath storms

the howling annihilation of humanity

slowly they descry the end

the meaning of true punishment

a premonition of death ascending

I feel her contempt in the air,

the nimbuses that gather for damnation

they tear and crack exposing the shards

with piercing fury through their hearts

rapturous about the devastation

I´m grateful that I have been there...

earth lies in coma

eternal frost concealed

icewind horror

and all those inane silhouettes

fall down under vile convulsions

cold screaming lips

violently burst asunder

breathing their last cacophonies

the wolves have returned to end their funeral meal

and howl their tale

of life diminished to zero