Texty: Aeternus. Burning The Shroud. When the Crows Shadow Falls.

at dusk a stillness falls defeated warriors seized from life shielding the landscape, they lie as legions have before them the crow spirals down from its tower of dominion its eternal quest is the blood of the slain it sees battles, victories and visions fortold its eyes hold the secrets of eternity devouring warriors the triple figure of war shall arise seeking spilled blood and wind blown leaves a shape of black shadows it shall sweep its endless domain figures transform to crystal and ice snowflakes soar on the northern wind i am the wind that rolls from the sea i am the darkness that cloaks your soul i am the whisper that drifts through the trees i am the fate that compels you all the voice of the future cries out across the land