Runic blade of crystal skies Arise the winter of blackest frost Through the northwinds mournful chant In frozen mists and dying light Abyssic darkness descends on funeral wings... Ancient towers rise before me Like blades in the midwinter's sky I kneel before the gates of black In the etherial fire of dying sunsets Within the blackest valleys In Etah's silent grace Frozen moon, cursed lands Visions of eternal winter A vision of dark ages yet to come... Diabolical winterwinds A spectral dance of beauty and frost My journey to the Northlands A return to evil ways