Symphony of the froststorm

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