In emerald green a shade unseen Begotten to the material For now behold The sender of floods Divine harridan of a shifting flesh As a ghost astride the heather Traversing and travailed
The Queen of Winter in her frigid labours Maiden of stone steeped in blood of auld The feeble pains of men are as breath in a storm Mortals cowering before her mighty works For hammer and staff hath shaped these unrelenting peaks The might of the mountains enshrouded by cold mist They which be unhidden to the will of She That unforgiving stone aloft These looming monuments
Forced to shed their bounty by the will of the hammer Rock and boulder be relieved Left to tumble to the heaths To crush the world of men And piled below This rubble forms the worlds inferior The cairn of stones atop This cold earth calls celestial The archmother and her works be known Thrice of frost and bane of life
To the trinity and nine it be And rent in twain or six The pieces lain reformed To throng of loathsome beithir Striking as lightning At the apex of frozen summits
Aye of summit and summoner be Feadag id est Beclouded and yearning to dispel The isle of rancor
Like the circle of the stones which frames the Congregation of the storm hags They who conjure deathly sleet Weak flesh be prey for The belligerence of frost But belief is time And age tells severeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
