A sea of ice A wind of fire A void between Where life expire No sand No ocean No waves to travel No earth No grass No sky to reach The ice rose high In the freezing cold The flames burned bright As in visions told A mist emerge And life were born A scream unheard From where giants mourn Come forth again With dreadful rage And knowledge will last Of the giants age Bring us the strength From the void within Of aeons old of the burning Of the burning, of the burning cold