In circles concentric

Against the earth

I enthrone my spiritworlds

Obviously of frost shall be

Blizzard beasts

Encompassing me

To vipe the faces

Of the earth

In memorial to the ones

With pride

And glance of day

Will never shine

For the realms are mine



Master of nebulah frost

Await the solar fall

Creations of ice

Shall behold

Wings majestic funereal

Guide through spectral lands

None shall pass me there



Hidden within churning chasms

Of an elder age

Come the mighy sons of dawn

Shadows of aurora

A time for pure holocaust

To rise

Decades a thousand fold

In circles concentric against

Against the earth

I enthrone my spiritworlds

Obviously of frost shall be

Blizzard beasts

Encompassing me

To vipe the faces

Of the earth

In memorial to the ones

With pride

Glance of day shall

Never shine

These realms are mine

Stillbreathing waters

Made birth to the beasts

From the throne of the north

Throned by blackstorms