Behold the coming of a storm - Rising from below Where demons dwell - In the undead darkness The evil await?s - To unleash its hordes The everlasting
strong and everlasting glance of Nordic depths Far into the cold night a darker path to follow I walk steadly towards the elder mountains Behold frostbitten
Through knee deep snow and howling northern wind Through blinding darkness and horizon of ice Through houndred corpses and haunting cries Through battlefield
Take me up to higher ground and let me feel the cold wind blow above the demonic mountainside beholding creations of ice The screams echoes eternally
ice The coldest nights are at hand biting winds are blowing harder off the grimmest glaciers leaving me freezing in the heart On frostbitten path beneath