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