These powerful turrets she denies
Where we praised her side with no shame
Where all the crossing frogs got wet
And grew all not with spreading fame
Would that now was the land upon the same
So the springs sprouted and we
Served on innocence young and pure
Before they withered in the darkened cold
Welcome mist, snow of anger
The strength and power for northlands
Welcome dark shining gaze
The eye of frozen ice
They saw along the sides and on the bottom
The livid blackness of a full of holes
The place where we have come to timber down
The souls of grinded, darkened, faded roots
"A wolf that lies in its lair never gets me or a sleeping man."
Victor Rege
They saw along the sides and on the bottom
The livid blackness of a full of holes
The place where we have come to timber down
The souls of grinded, darkened, faded roots
Deep the lairs of instructions
Naked the church of its choirs
From the portals of the hall
To the narrows of gateways
Where no hell's steel were turned longer
Now will reed the cold of fire
Where no water falls from iron
Now will steel the water for war
"I can haste the blade of passion
I can beat the roiling wild beasts
For the other fields of northlands
Bring to me my metal armour
In my magic veil of copper
Keep the omened flame from roasting."
Welcome mist, snow of anger
The strength and power for northlands
Welcome dark shining gaze
The eye of frozen ice
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