Sinister Frost

The cold...Just reckless wind hidden in the darkness of huge and frozen desert...Every flake is eager with a new victim`s flash, driving in it just as myriads of spires. The peak is underground clash. Thrown off an eternal slavery geyser cones come springing up in hollow howl, they spit out red hot blood stuff far, far away. Raging from under the feet white cloth, wind strips dead-crystal ocean that`s already wound owing to cracked tissue. Searching for Sinister Frost art you`ll be able either to dive into the dark depths abyss or to take wing into bleeding heaven. Don`t start against it being unready to finish.