The eldest scorn was told by heats
with no sun and skies without moon
Stars of nebula feed cursed souls.
Eternal mist Undying ice... (on a threshold)
Black horses 'n hordes in blasphemy ,
a punishment , scything axes.
Through veins the human silence
was smothered by that slumber ;
it suffocates the upcoming sinners.
So it is an eternal breath pervades
your reign , undissolved.
Where the snow vanishes and the
fury of the elements was consumed by the cold
(from lofty thrones) Between the highest peaks
as swords split the eyes.
