The frozen wind whips blisters embedded in our skin The sun cold, she never shows remorse A respite unfound in this land of ice and death Commanding the gales of the fiendish waste The Jotuns smile at your slowly dying breath Until the bleak milieu that envelopes thee Will reconstruct flesh into monstrosities of ice So dark is the sun, long forgotten in the sky So hollow is this land, still, dead, and dry One world of nine, but the cruelest of all Horrors unspoken in it's depths Frozen seas, they do not churn These mountains have forever slept Begotten from the ice, cracked lips part with malice Frozen flesh, frost bitten forms of prodigious stature The giants descend They see all So dark is the sun, long forgotten in the sky So hollow is this land, still, dead, and dry So dark is the sun, long forgotten in the sky So hollow is this land, still, dead, and dry Death wraps it's piercing fingers round your soul Yours body left never to thaw in this desolate cold Jotunheim!