The eldest scorn was told by heats with no sun and skies without moon Stars of nebula feed cursed souls. Eternal mist Undying ice... (on a threshold) Black horses 'n hordes in blasphemy , a punishment , scything axes. Through veins the human silence was smothered by that slumber ; it suffocates the upcoming sinners. So it is an eternal breath pervades your reign , undissolved. Where the snow vanishes and the fury of the elements was consumed by the cold (from lofty thrones) Between the highest peaks as swords split the eyes.