Paroles de Within The Sylvan Realms Of Frost

Snow Falls Upon The Darkest Scenes Of Winter Falling Into Unfathomed Depths Below The Tree Line Of The Vast Forest Icy Streams Flow As Silently As The Approaching Foot Falls Of Death Only The Rustling Of Leaves From A Single Northern Breeze May Be Heard Here Dwell The Great Warlocks, The Conjurers Of Winter's Demons Dark Ones As Ancient As The Eldest Trees Of The Mighty Forest They Chant The Spells Of First Snow Which Echo Throughout These Ancient Sylvan Realms Awakening The Sleeping Demons Of The Perpetual Winter Woods Under The Magnificence Of The Winter Full Moon Demons With Souls As Cold As The Winter Winds And Dark As The Night That Birthed Them The Black Robed Mages Spill Their Own Blood In Sacrifice To The Dark Harbringers Of Winter's Gale Upon This Blood The Demons Drink Quenching Their Great Thirst Through This Rebirth Comes The Return Of Their Cryptic Powers Of Old Now All Must Succumb To Winter's Dark Fold Or Be Torn Asunder By It's Icy Talons