The Blackening Of The Arctic

Agathion


The northern lands, summer is short, winter is long
Harsh brutal cold, life is a battle against the earth
Against the ice, the darkness

The snow and ice, the bitter winds, the bare rocks
None will live, blanket of death, sever the ground
Lands lay fallow, bodies pile high

A night on the edge, frigid winds
Sweeping across the bitter cold sea
Land lay beneath a covering of snow, exhale icicles
From your soul, breath is frozen
Exits the mouth, winds pound flesh, night draws close.

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