The Howling of Winter

Due to the massive response of the solstice mass, the foolish winds blow out of shitty holes.
Let these Winds flow into everlasting nothingness.

Tonight, we raise our torches to the highest and to all of you, who raid the spirits of our anti-time.

A blessed winter solstice to you all!

Like a seed beneath the snow, we will always find a way to grow.

To all those with invitations:
Sign your Pakkts fast, as the Wild Horde tramples your temples.

Perchta über uns!

Funkenfluag Society
Wintermass MMXXIII