---

A forthcoming snowstorm I hear

Whispering from the dark

Freezing winds blow through

The promised land of god

Heralding the nocturnal rising

Of the black breath of evil

Dark aureoles are covering

The fields of god from the sun

Up from the forgotten graves they rise

The black, the dark and the evil gathering to one site

Calling the vast legions, to joing our unholy crusade

Heading for immortality, that has been eternally craved

Forming a new world of darkness

A world where shadows prevail

A world without time or end

Creating a gate to the higher dimension.