It becomes a certainty to shatter the hope
Has betrayed poisoned hearts for generations
Has never reached her destination
To reclaim the blinds, failed miserably-devastated
Darkness and frost lay their cooling hands
On the creation should be nearing
Completion so daring to start
Afraid of retribution
They arrived, herolds of atrocity
Hords of darkest spheres
Driven by mercilesness
The power gets weak
Loses control
No forces left
To defend old gods
New heroes rule
Spread hope and salvation
Visualizing futility
Take the final breath
Winter storm
