Wind blows cold through the frosted branches of this long forgotten wood, as madness takes over, swiftly erasing al traces of hope.
Grave-Silence, is from time to time ripped by SCREAMS OF PAIN by WHISPERS OF INSANITY.
There is no life .... no death ....... only agony spreads her darkened, silky veil upon this iced land.
Neverending suffering crawls through the gray snow, leaving traces like painful deep scars.
AGAIN ,the silence slashed by the infernal, twitching sound of the shadow-dressed trees.
Crying black clouds, from above, drop cristal tears floading the land with endless depression.
Nightmare place ... is invaded by the roaring, freezing wind wich spatters the dark fog , paving death's way ...... TO MY SOUL!