Winter deepens
In this place
This pinnacle
Of solstice

Cold grips this land
Frost takes the trees
Winter reaches it's pinnacle
As we walk this land

We walk through this cold
The womb of death
And the wind
Whispers it's songs

Life has no place here
This land of death
This land
of cold.

Countless fall
Taken by the cold
As the red moon hangs overhead
The unforgiving cold
Takes you
As the darkness
Consumes you

No comfort exists
Only snow
Snow that stays, snow that bleeds
From the cloudless night

Eternal misanthropy
Evil unholy light
The pagan fire burns
As you freeze to death

Reminisce
In nostalgia
As the cold eats away
At your life-force

No one will survive
Death is your constant friend
The bloodmoon above
The funeral fog within

Alas! The bastard Christian pigs crowd this sacred land.
The cold will break them.
Rise! Rise ancestors of Nordic light! The cold will break them!
The cold will overtake them!
Expel this filth that has infected this land. The war is not lost!
Take it back!
Free Solstheim!

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