runes cast and blades heaved shadows fall one by one against this weald we shall stand no more
mortal, proud and braved frost veils the earth cold the quiet and still of death calls who will now journey forth through the realms of ice and fire?
as light wanes over this crimson field chosen not are we honor beyond only the blackest of tides chosen not are we In death
Ifing's deep and darkened wave parts the ancient sons of earth from the dwelling of the gods: open flows the mighty flood nor shall ice arrest its course while the wheel of ages rolls
There lies sorrow as lightning fills the night beyond there lies hope to fight forever more beyond
the silence of battle now fades leaving me grasping the earth invoking my line onvoking my love
there lies rapture before the flames consume beyond
The cry of wolves resound through the trees they hunger for all that lie fair a race against time, or the shade of despair?
the shore, ancient and vast beckons us forth enchanted by love and driven by fear the earth no longer holds them back
a final vision before my mind immersed am i; in cold, in dread a beauty and fairness so distant, so pure my thoughts are now lost to the fury spilled forth by hope
this cold night falls forever over this weeping land their eyes fixed on their prey I am forever hunted by solitude My laugh cries through the night