Upon us this dreaded harvest, The sun will never shine on the ruins Man has failed the crucible, the Apocalyptic frost begins. Take the hand of agony, embrace winters doom For the flesh proves feeble to its icy Grip, Frozen winds unleashed this despair. When the world was enshrounded by the pale moons eclipse. Haunting mist it seeps, from the silence at The Black Mountains peak. Merciless waves of Armageddon crash and roll, upon this dying Land inherited by the weak. Mayhem swarms in its true form Supernatural Terror Unearthed by Storms Rejoice in eternal nightfall In lust with the demise of dawn Unchained are the hounds of chaos. They stir beneath the Great Ice's thaw.