A world of essential cold The death of warm life Our most remote Forefathers Drank from the Hvergelmir's fountain Hardened by snow and ice And regenerated in the glacial fire They embodied the highest Wisdom of our race... Even though you only have the memory of one Flood The Great Spirit that guided our steps Has taught us that there were many... It's the initiatic doctrine of Universal Ice... We are the decendents of the few Who survived the Great Glaciation The true Aristocracy of blood Lies buried under the Infinite whiteness of the ice The sleeping men know nothing about this Generations have passed blind, without leaving no trace... Collosal cataclysms modified the planetary psychosphere Twisting the axis of the Earth When it drew away from the Solar Logos And ensued the tyranny of the Ice Lords, In the North Pole that we now call South Pole..... Creation is born of essential war Between the Cosmic Fire and the Stellar Ice And as it was in the beginning, shall be at the end of Times...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
