As the desolate lands of northern winds howl, The walls of the castle are frostbitten and cracking Like a sea of broken mirrors What a magnificent sight to behold A kingdom of ice I clutch my garb prepared for the unknown Marching toward the valleys of snow The kingdom full of ghosts and werewolves Haunting screams heard from afar Wolves hunger for unholy flesh, Templars impale blasphemous tongues Holy Ghost reigns supreme My wolven wrath awakening under the moonlight, I grab my axe of punishment as I dismember the devil A kingdom of ice I clutch my garb prepared for the unknown Marching toward the valleys of snow