a forthcoming snowstorm I hear   whispering from the dark   freezing winds blow through   the promised land of god   heralding the nocturnal rising   of the black breath of evil   dark aureoles are covering   the fields of god from the sun      up from the forgotten graves   they rise   the black, the dark and the   evil gathering to one site   calling the vast legions   to join our unholy crusade   heading for immortality   that has been eternally craved      forming a new world of darkness   a world where shadows prevail   a world without time or end   creating a gate to the higher dimension