May you revel in the season of the witch as the chilling winds of darkness approach…
We have emerged from the ocean of boiling flame…
Immersed by the throne of death the symbols were drawn in warm ash…
Now our wings are drenched in black blood and are raised in vengeance…
Dark Screams!
S + S
The Throne of Horns awaits
Board the ship of shadows
Become invisible darkness
The hunt and the stench begins
Eyes of ice awaken
Emerge from the gated star
Drag the claws across the Earth
And rip open the sky…
Until the Darkness,
S+S