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SupernaturalUpon us this dreaded harvest -- the sun will never shine onthese runis -- man has failed the crucible. The apocalyptic frost begins: take the hand of agony, embrace winter's doom, For the flesh proves feeble to its icy grip forzen winds unleash despair. When the world was enshrouded by the pale moon's eclipse haunting mist it sleeps,from the silence at Black Mountain's peak, merciless waves of Armageddon crash and roll upon this dying land. Inherited by the weak, mayhem swarms in its ture form: super natural unerthered by storms. Rejoice in eternal night fall, in lust with the demise of dawn. Unchained are the hounds of chaos, they stir beneath the great ice's thaw... |