The Abyssal Spectre - Cryptic Wintermoon

The magic seal is broken, to the gates of darkness

With a mighty burst they open, a way down to the abyss

A black horse with blazing eyes, waiting for the time to die

Bound by paralizing cries,…

Segmentising bodies

Cutting through your flesh

Ripping out your heart

Leave a path of death

A cold stingof fear — blows like a spear right through your heart

A rider darker than hell — through the distant shadows dark

Bodies snap like straw — armies fall like autum leaves

A heart black into the core — the abyssal spectre

Where he rides, the death will follow

The chaos rules, with it’s screams so hollow

All the live destroyed, and all the ground is burnt

Now the gates are shut, until it will return

Leaving burning ruins, the plains burst in a roaring sound

Breaking through the surface, back into the underground

Back into the underground