1. UNTITLED

Untitled (tyrant of nightmares)


2. DOOMED BY HOWLING WINDS

The wind cast a ruin upon my soul.
The night is dying, yet we cursed the dawn, each mourning, Upon a festering grave.
The moonlight has no shine through the doom.
The burning corpse of god shall keep us warm in the doom of Howling winds
For we are a race from beyond the wanderers of night.


3. UNTITLED

Untitled (middle ages return)