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Mysterious icy idols are embraced by frosty wind

Silent statues are frown in the darkness of night

The secret spite is latent in every crystal of ice

Grotesque of these forms is demonized

They wait for a beginning of last battle of fire and ice

When the world will disappear in the abyss

They're demons of winter, of frost, of eternal ice

And chaos reflects in their eyes

I see the great movement of frozen air

I feel the great power on the crossroads of winds

I hear an ancient song of dying ones in last battle inside

The icy sculptures and inside my mind

An ancient song has woken them from a long cold dream

Blizzard The Great covered them by shroud

And began to tum them in the snowstorming dance

The dance of all-absorbing darkness and death

The storming north wind warms up their might.

Making them as dense as stone, as strong as steel

And darkness ... Havoc blizzard storms in cold sky,

And where their shadows covered snow valleys and icebound seas

I see the great movement of frozen air

I feel the great power on the crossroads of winds

I hear an ancient song of dying ones in last battle inside

The icy sculptures and inside my mind

From chaos to chaos

Humanity must fall

The circle must close

And it is inevitable

From chaos to chaos

The icy sculptures

Are waiting that time

When they'll bury everything

In the icy grave

Icy sculptures in the severe frostland