Through the winter storm
Before the silence of the sleeping trees
Warriors ride through frozen valleys
Looking for the Ice white kingdom
A misty horizon of grey mountains
Ruled by the winter king
Loses meaning throughout the night
Between songs and funeral echoes
Mighty ravens fly above the enchanted ice castle
Where the claws of gigantic demons
Tear apart the souls of the unworthy
Eternal rest for the souls of my ancestors
With an oath of blood and honour
The ashes of my buried town
This may be the last battle
