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
Версия для печати