Bloodlust and Perversion

Freezing rain pours down from

The clouds

Roar of a distant thunder

Awakes my thoughts

As we ride towards the

End of our fate

Our horse are carrying us

Through the winterland

Dark Medieval War

The mild breeze are getting

Stronger

My hands grabs the frosty

Sword

Through the vast winter

Landscape

As we enter the kingdom

Of the unknown

With hate death and pain

Deceitful eyes

War of chaos and thundering

Rage

Our hands are open to welcome

Their death

As our sharpened weapons

Collide

Into the battle we ride

After the anger the silence

Began

And now the cold night

Approaches

From the top of the winter

Mountain

To ride with glory and

Armageddish anger

With hate