The gloomy winter up north has just begun, since the eternity of the frozen ones. Underneath the north side a frosty night, filled with creatures the demon owned. They will fly... to the northern winds of the upper skies You will cry... until your tears become a frozen ice Freeze... in the unlimited oceans of the snow Born... to be tortured by the ravens might Crows never crawl they are always high, and darker then the ebony night Freezing light shines from the sky... thunder ice Fly and be as always so high, With rage and hate that rising in the heart And wings are as sharp as a silver blade Fly and be as always so high, With rage and hate that rising in the heart You cried until your tears became a stony ice And wings are as sharp as a silver blade
ice, sharp, fly, high, north