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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

(Apr. 2003)