The frozen tundra is taking our will
We've journeyed for aeons and mastered our skill
From the branches of Yggdrasil we've eaten the fruit
Before after the giants we began our pursuit
But the cold it's so fierce and so hard to bear
This fimbul winter, it's got us ensnared
So I grip my axe, in my hand its secure
As we march forward into the obscure

The cold it does bite, and tear at our skin
We've grown old and bitter, we're losing our kin
But we carry on, despite frigid air
We shall not halt, before barren despair
the mighty hrimthurs, they wander and conquer
and this is our cause, to search Niflheim
And be rid of all those and their brutish kind
As men of the north, we'll all be enshrined

Slowly we're consumed by the winds of the northern plains
By pride and our quest for glory, we carry onwards,
Our efforts shall never be in vain, for we fight for those of the aesir realm

Searching, exploring, one thousand giants slain
There numbers are infinite and so many remain
While our troops they do dwindle
The nordic winds, why are they so harsh
We are their saviours, their brave at heart
Yet it never does stagnate
The frigid air always consumes
Those who have ventured too far, deep into its roots

Slowly we're consumed by the winds of the northern plains
By pride and our quest for glory, we've been deceived
Our efforts they have all been in vain,
The bane of this fimbul winter it halts for no being, god, or mortal MAN

In madness, we all turned on each other
The contagion of treason has infected us all
No honor remains, only hunger for flesh
We feast on remains of our fallen comrades
Those we once served, those we once loved
The just and the chivalrous now of black blood
Yggdrasil will fall, at the hands of the giants
All will soon perish at the hands of those vile beasts

Victims of this fimbul winter, now rot in the ground
The victims of the Nordic winds, the frostbitten plague

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