Far beyond the northern verge Evil winds are howling. Dawn and night forever merged And the dead are calling:
"All the world had to rend On that frozen land."
"To unearthly heights of world, To the land of Death and Cold, I'll arrive to meet my fate - All the past to desolate."
"And all world had to rend On that frozen land. As my life came to end On that frozen land There's no sorrow or black mourn - Now I'm not forlorn. All the chains - they were torn