the mist of blue frost
falls the proud valleys of the north
an iceage of terror
as silent as snow hides the hills
in
this frozen land I ride
as the northern light guides my way
a blackwind I am
a shadow of war and lust
this path, whom for
me is the chosen
forbidden for mortals to see
the night is filled
with diabolical summoning winds
the moon is
burning
like an eye glearing of demonic hate
watch me as I choose my trail
this journey is forever
the spirit of gods and
goddess I am
forgotten at the birth of new times
a reflection of an ancient past
waiting in a lost realm of ice
for the rising
of a forever pagan age