Cloaked in ice And wrapped with murk I brim and billow Lunge and prance Fogs of black astride Wind my poison and my pride Rime sharpens my lance Famished is my dance Seas my garden Sky my house Freezing fire All life douse Sweeping forth to the coast I bring doom to a host The Northern war is shut Our Angel now buried We stagger home to our land These fjords our final stand There like sticks they are Men upon the fell I'll crack them, rack them Trap them in my ice The King is dead, men's courage fled Courage fled, all soon dead Let them head on home Here's your home From Northern coasts they march Filled with ague and ill They're not worth stopping for Worth stopping for At our back it arises Wall of death a-rush Crystal bullets pierce our skin Murderous place of shards They weep They fall All I maul Tasty, fleshy, filled with heat Fires go out Lives follow ♪ I descend Rip on through Fog unmoving Makes them mine Statues soon Made of rime Arctic murder most sublime We crawl, we freeze All your fragile pleas We fade away Now fade away And ice cries So your army dies Storm drips with lies Frozen lives Feed me! Love me! Beads of death Strung across the land Army conquered by inhuman hand Frozen forever their breath