As the days grow shorter and
There's only snow and ice
Unknown powers of the nature
Begin to rise

In the ice-cold air I sense
The presence of entities
Ageless power ageless pain
Of the long ago deceased

Waiting for the Darkest Day
What will be unleashed,
What will remain
On the Darkest Day

Within my chamber's cold stone walls
I prepare a spell
Powers no-one can fully know
It can create a hell