Black heart of snow Tell me secrets Of the forgotten Who lived before Father cursed his sons Daughters were left to die Cult of frost and hate The great winter shall come Mighty Odin of thousand swords Do you know the name of mine? Yes, my son I shall know your name And your prophecies of winter There shall come great winter And it will last three times more It is called the Fimbulvetr Spreading frost and coldness I rule the frost I damn the earth I curse the sun I walk with Odin I am the night, the dreams of moon I cast the spells and fly in mist My emperors, their kingdom come Thou art forever dressed in black Towards the cold my children run To make the winter eternal I dream of hate until forever The nightwinds spread my prophecy
winter, frost, odin, fimbulvetr, prophecy