Cold, cold sky above, I see the mountains tower to meet you. Wait, wait for the snow, You're lost, you're lost in the icy slew. You were warned fine fellow when you spoke to the crow Of the clutch and splinter you would find thereto. You were warned fine fellow, but you paid no heed. Now you dig your own grave in the icy slew. Claws that rake and teeth that bite, The wailing winds do shriek his name. Colossal king of the snowy pass, Backtrack quick or your bones I'll claim. Skeletal claws count one, two, three, Despite your "Ah! Ah!", your desperate plea. Your eyes are frozen peeled, Blurred by the snow that falls about you. Alone your fate is sealed, Marrow's gone brittle and your blood runs cold. The song of the deep is on my lips. You shall not take me, O, guardian of the mountain tops. I'm king of the frozen sea. Waves from the trident clash mighty 'gainst the blizzard fang, Hurricane shock from the bellows. With the mightiest roar the monster is struck, And dragged to the bottom of the sea.