as needles of ice

are the ill winds' talons

the coldest of shadows

they seep unto the bone



with hackles raised on my neck i feel

the rancid breath of the betrayer

i heed you not and i give no ground

with words of power the holy unbound

christ majestic

the shadows retreat

ruler saviour

no quarter asked and none to receive



with words of power the holy unbound

defilers cast out shivering at the sound

christ arisen vacant gaping tomb

come divine wrath the slayer of doom



all praise to the lion

king of all tribes

you reach across time

with the warcry



the wicked exist in forgotten exile

and the saint has refuge in his end