Immortal Unsilent Storms In The North Abyss
delight of the moon is burning inside spiritless I lay on cryptic stones mesmerising snow wait silent above me and my yearn for frost grow strongly. I am demon a demon with a shadowed face entering to my wintercoffin awaiting to see the dawnless realms staring into a ground of glass a perfect view I could failed into my eyes the unsilent storms in the north abyss.