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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)

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