In Cimmerian's heart, where night is king,
A shroud of black, where silent whispers cling.
No starry light, no moonbeam's tender kiss,
A velvet night, where all is amiss.
A name that echoes through the endless dark,
Cimmerian calls and leaves its mark.
A chilling word that freezes to the core,
Where shadows reign, and peace...
Continue reading...