Cloaked in ice And wrapped with murk I brim and billow Lunge and prance Fogs of black astride Wind my poison and my pride Rime sharpens my lance Famished is my dance Seas my garden Sky my house Freezing fire All life douse Sweeping forth to the coast I bring doom to a host
The Northern war is shut Our Angel now buried We stagger home to our land These fjords our final stand
There: Like sticks they are Men upon the fell I'll crack them Rack them Trap them in my ice
The King is dead, men's courage fled (Courage fled, all soon dead) Let them head on home (Here's your home) From Northern coasts they march Filled with ague and ill They're not worth stopping for (Worth stopping for)
At our back it arises Wall of death a-rush Crystal bullets pierce our skin Murderous place of shards
They weep They fall All I maul Tasty, fleshy, filled with heat Fires go out Lives follow
I descend Rip on through Fog unmoving Makes them mine Statues soon Made of rime: Arctic murder most sublime
We crawl, we freeze (All your fragile pleas) We fade away (Now fade away) Ice cries (So your army dies) Storm drips with lies (Frozen lives)
Feed me! Love me!
Beads of death Strung across the land: Army conquered by inhuman hand Frozen forever their breathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
