Sweet salt breeze of cool air Agony on black and stony shore Sword and hammer, tightly I clench Snow laden firs stand on the moor
As frost slowly falls The raven, darkest of nights, gazes down from
With misery coursing, slowly stand I The ships wrecked and ruined, but all are alive Wander we must in unknown lands of ice Home within our hearts as we face coming demise
Faster frost blankets the earth in pristine white No light above this sorcery cursed kingdom Into the green we march injured, but ready Swords drawn and shields raised Speaking the wisdom of gods
Out past the cliffs we see a wasteland eternal Ice stretches as far as our eyes can see The winds crack and sing of death like our ships Crashing so far at sea
The wind begins to rise The torrent clouds our vision As we walk through this blizzard Though we feel not its bite Following the voices of brothers lost to sight A shadow of a figure Black against the blizzard Cedes the storm As silhouettes appear in greater numbers
Brothers reappear Through the remnants of the calming storm Something unfamiliar As the shades of past draw near
A wretched face of death Armored body of rot I know the tales of this specter I fear I know my fate
These dead and doomed warriors Bound to wander eternal wastes Stagger forth all around Frozen flesh of ages past Armies of the dead have amassed
In this land of ice Surely we cannot be bound We must make our way back home Woe among the snow As we walk to whence we came Ruined ships on the shore Rotted wood on the rocks
Peeling back boards of shattered ships Surely we can save just one Frantic, I lift a dragon's head My face stares back at me Lifeless the eyes of my past The world of men is gone I am one with the dead A draug in Hel's legionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.