Fimbulwinter yet to come A dark age has just begun Northern winds starting to blow there's no chance to avoid the cold
Pine trees bend as golden straw Mountains freeze with falling snow Hail and ice will follow soon dictated march by pale blue moon
You feel your heart becoming older Look outside, it's getting colder Stay at home near by your fire Trying to impede the gods' desire
But there's no escape, no looking back When Loki's son growls in the dark Mighty winter has arrived Northern winds of darkened, freezing hands...
Our land is scorched by the impressive cold Rotting carcass of the dreams we once rode Remains we left from defeated foes Are now the future of our condemned souls.
An age of axes, an age of swords, of shields destroyed and fratricidal wars. An era of winds, an era of wolves, It's the prelude for the RagnarökTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
