Black mist surrounds me as I raise my sword to the skies. This battleground of ice shall soon hold my lust. As a pale moon fades into twilight. And the last light of sun sinks into the earth. I ride into conquest eternal with the thoughts of my forest queen. Mysteries of ancient times lost deep in cold dark shadows. Seething, writhe in witchery under black veils of destruction. Black hearts take the soul as the black night now engulfs you. Terminal, severed in my hands, the heart of an angel. Once hallowed, now a ghost roam the skies in repentence.