Upon us this dreaded harvest,  The sun will never shine on the ruins  Man has failed the crucible, the Apocalyptic frost begins.    Take the hand of agony, embrace winters doom  For the flesh proves feeble to its icy  Grip, Frozen winds unleashed this despair.  When the world was enshrounded by the pale moons eclipse.    Haunting mist it seeps, from the silence at  The Black Mountains peak. Merciless waves  of Armageddon crash and roll, upon this dying  Land inherited by the weak.    Mayhem swarms in its true form  Supernatural Terror Unearthed by Storms  Rejoice in eternal nightfall  In lust with the demise of dawn  Unchained are the hounds of chaos.  They stir beneath the Great Ice's thaw.