Chamber Of Ages

Winters eyes; tongue of frost
The ending of sweet summers lust
Corpses caught - blood laden land
Lifes goblet grasped in icy hand

Nights are rising - ride the wings
A black hole gasping for devouring
Swords sing - a screaming chorus
Baptism of earth - christened in blood

From the shadows, to enter horror
The face of man is the masque of death
Drown all hope with the anchor of Faith
To sleep, dormant, in immortality
But when, should we, return again
The world be ours for the breaking

Ashen snowfall - orange skies
Man has burned his own oblivion
In winters eye - with heart of frost
Frigid return to the chamber of ages