Tekster: Furor (the). Invert Absolute. Polar Fate.

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Beyond the sun, where nigh prevails.
The pitch of blackness has won!
The cold forever, freezes starscapes unsuspecting.
Perhaps correcting, the faults the every living planets undergone!

The ice is freezing over, an evolution gone wrong!
Begun! The first of apocalyptic arctic storms.
Shiver! As your fate takes form!

Your blood becomes as ice as temperatures ar decreasing.
Even the strong shall die, no deaths come easy.
The sky is crippled pale to last eternity's void of sun.
At one with howls of hollow frozen emptiness you'll become!

Blinding force, frozen power, unleashed upon,
Earth!

As the skies seize up, chafing icecaps spread like incurable plague.
All forms of life crack unconditioned to withstand the subzero glaze.
Forever lost in the glaciers age, stumbles the memory of the sun's dying
rays....

Swallowing terrain!
Evermounting frostscapes rule again.
Uncompromising vortex of suffering forever remains.
Locked within the arctic phase!

Storms coat skylines in grey,
the flames that ruled the surface of the earth submit and fade.
A casualty, of the universal empire,
a million more await the coming...
Of their polar fate!!!

No escape from choices
Mother nature makes!!!