In the shadow of death's unyielding grasp, where hope perennially fades. I glimpse through the frozen veil, upon the winter plains. The twisted visage, beyond its earthly form

Putrid and ghastly images come fourth

Lacerating dream state, like needles its face pierces through my astral cage. It binds me with glaciatic ligatures

Tormenting visions intensify, this malevolent presence chokes and shrouds the atmosphеre. I have been situated hеre a mere spectre, to harbinge what is to come. This frigid domain will soon become our tomb, a final resting place for my world

It tears through the fabrics of the omniverse, deforming, contorting. Dissecting, ingesting

My eyes have witnessed this destiny fractured within my dreams, a parallel verse to our own, and so I roam this barren wasteland a ghost without a home, and so I walk alone

Afflicted with this bleak vigilance, an accursed augury, a malefic ceremony has begun, adjusting the flow of space and time. This is the rise of winter, the winter's rite. Oh bearer of mine, when I awake my world will be gone. Enthroned a new kingdom come