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