a tale about the first mortal death,atheists,
and the temptations of sin and evil,
the winter is a metaphore for demonic activity


winter has fallen over the lands
the cold has captured my frostbitten hands

i gaze over the frozen sands
and remember my forgotten friends


comrades that once died in battle and war
pierced by icecold metal bathing in gore
their soul left their bodies reaching a door

entering another realm surrounded by an endless moor

i stare at these white lands so cold

and in an epiphany destiny has unfold
my future in clear visions told
my greatest enemy death spreads like a mould


no escape, i will die as well
like all great men that once fell

every winter has a tale to tell
about all the souls it will sell