Across the Vast Storm Front - Dead of Winter

Dark entities bear me upon chaotic winds

The end has been summoned

The black gate has opened

The rides have appeared

To descend upon the lambs

Crying for the black tears of the fallen angels

Screaming for the true wisdom of the ancient ones

I grasp the charred hands that reach towards me

And fly on the howling winds of the storm

Tearing... across the vast storm front

Borne by the storm

Riding the chaos winds

Pure fire blazes in my eyes

As I lead the host across the skies

A figure shrouded in tattered cloak of night

Stands atop the Great Mountain and curses the stars

He beckons down the spiritual forces from nebulae beyond

His dripping wrath empowers the host as they race across the sky

The seas are boiling, the heavens are churning

The hell spawned mass cavorts on high

The earth ablaze, our lands our burning

The final hour is nigh...