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Light of the moon, enthroned in my mind

I stand in the storm that has taken my soul

I am alive, timeless and strong

A dark energy, the mountain of me

My fire come from the moon

And my eyes stare into its gloom

My spirit come from the ice

Knowing that winter never dies

Visions of old, stare into the cold

I am an omen

An undead alive

I am immortal, my spirit of ice

My blood is frozen, I dwell in the cold

My fire come from the moon

And my eyes stare into the gloom

Wishes of old, stare into the cold

I am an omen, undead alive

An undead alive

I'm a god, god of the north

Grim, dark, and obscure

God, god of the north

Until the last god dies



Once a man from the north

Rode on his horse

Across the sea of swords

Into staggering kingdoms

The light of the moon, enthroned in my mind

I stand in the storm, taken my soul

I am immortal, my spirit on ice

My blood is frozen, I dwell in the cold