Deep, in the midst of a frozen forest

Winds enhance the nights exquisite colour

On a wooden throne of thousands of carved nightmares

Sits an obscure grim figure, yet with a salient paleness

"Was your task fruitful", a dry voice inquires,

"Have you created what was agreed upon"?

"Yes we have, oh dark master, to the unholy

Heritage he is, now, drawn".



"Leave me at once-begone-fetch him,

For a new era shall be born"



Come walk towards our alluring trinity

Free your bewildered senses