Where the Iblis Dwells

Whispers are surrounding me at the heart of cold night. The nakedness of the fog is rising from the trees, Hard winds of the winter are soughing on the fringes of giant mountains. Dark clouds are covering the marks on the snow by dark shroud of the n

When the burning passion of the dying sunset embraced the night; I stood over the ocean and I raised my head to the blazed skies and I've seen the dancing thunders with the falling fires of destruction and death-- I spread seeds of my agony in to the