Children of the Frosted Dark

A black star envelops the night;
Forsaken blood is the guiding light.
Hungry children roam the streets,
Seeking the all-mother to set them free.
Decaying murmurs haunt the peace
Where the frozen sleep.
Fallen soldiers drown in the bleakest pit;
In the shadows, the specter creeps.
The aberration feeds on tormented minds;
In the whispering annals, the iced souls don’t die.
Pallid, docile children, a coven of dark rites,
Echo the stillness, and yonder the flames,
Hoping for the Matron—the Keeper of the Abyss—
To not summon the being that doesn’t sleep.