Forever trapped, Who will be the mold ?
A new rule, a new age, for this Land of cold
Sorrow and pain, give me the
Sorrow and pain, to break out of my cage
A young man descendant of Lond
Is my bringer of hope
"The shell so desired
After so many milleniums, my name again will be
Listen well children of the frost, to my unholy stoy...
icy stronghold I sat
Gazing at dark trophies of mortal defeats
Encased in pure crystal snow
Striving for the eternal return of
the Ice Age
The tale of how I fell would be too long to tell
But one day came a spirit from beyond
With a quest divine, an entity
With priests of the North, wizards ans swordsmen all bold
Lond led these mortals where frosen death abode
dismal night of tragedy they stood before my gate
Stepping into the hearth of foulness toward their fate
They came with Fire and
To bring me down
The one reason to their hate
Me the Suzerain of Cold...
Their legions decimated, standing tall the
Sorcery and steel unmade me, a final spell was cast
Trapped in a dimension, between the cosmos and the past
my loneliness, Behold my angry song
"An Epic tale, a prophecy
The circle now is done
Our King at last
shall be set free
When converge moon and stars
Beware oh you mortals
For vengeance and penance shall be ours..."
For vengeance and penance shall be mine...