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Crushed by the cold

Winds pierce your soul

The master of the ice blade

Stops at nothing to find you

No way to feel safe

Death approaches faster

Step into my realm

The legend, the ice master

No escaping my staff

Haunted unholy spear

Try to come within my reach

No mortal can come hear

Impenetrable force field

Protects the ghastly lair

Chainmail woven by a specter

And shiled made by a necromancer

Could haunting death

You should not have come here

Trying to find a hidden treasure

A shocking death is near

Treacherous no honor with my actions

A frozen heart commands to blade

Ice brand wielded by the bastard

The lycan ghost none kills faster

Icicles of blood

Ornament my palace my home

Banshees scream in the wind

The souls I have made my own

Ice spirits dance in the sky

Flickering like flames of ice

All victims of the arctic master

The frozen ghosts none kills faster

The smell of ice warns you of your fate

Could haunting death to any who venture

This land is ruled by ghastly phantom

Impaled by the frozen saber

Could haunting death

Ice cold banshee none kills faster

Halberd blessed by the ice lord

Keeps the trenchant thieves at day

Greedy treasure seekers

Unrelenting I will slay

Treacherous no honor with my actions

A frozen heart commands to blade

Ice brand wielded by the bastard

The lycan ghost none kills faster

Daggers are thrown

Frozen sabers cut through the snow

The smell of ice drives me to kill

Brutality no need for any skill

Treacherous no honor with my actions

A frozen heart commands to blade

Ice brand wielded by the bastard

The lycan ghost none kills faster

In this cold haunting death