Dark Aureoles Gathering کے بول

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