The freezing moon will give no solace
In Hecatomb, Lucifer drove us still
His open claw, a gesture so inviting
As we benighted all the world, and turns our heads

All we know is but the ice
The Oncoming Ice
All that we despise
And all that we love

Farewell to the plains
Farewell to the brooks and the valleys
Farewell to all that we forsook and took so for granted
Farewell to the seas
Farewell to the mountains and fields
Farewell to all that we forsook and murdered and vanquished

These freezing tides
Come at just the right time
All we know is but the ice

Hark well, Hark well to the direst warning
Heed well all these words
There’s no more that need to be spoken
Hark well, or all will perish now

Perish now

Who’s to say, when it should happen?
Who’s to say, what shall be done?

The Frost Giants have awoken
Their peaceful sleep disturbed
The Frost Giants, they have spoken
Their peace shall be our death

The tundra consumes the sea
Not much more time til you and me
The tundra, engulfs all life
Time to die, no life, no flame, no light

Nothing can change.

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