Enticed into the shades i’m walking the path of the purest evil.
Alone under the storms places clad in nocturnal black facing the abyss and its winds my senses for darkness awake.
The dark spectres of the forest they’ll be by my side they shall serve me on my plans of hate and of conquering the mightiest storms are caused by my black wings in black storms of frozen hate i command all winds to blow.
Standing above them all in the storms of the end secrets now are mine proud in storms.