Endless winter shrouds me in snow
Deep within the frozen waste I roam
Ruins lie against the horizon
And soon they will stand once again
By. My. Hand
Dead world of white
Where the blizzards scream
My kingdom resides
In the outer reach
Jagged spires twist and ascend
Stabbing through gray sky overhead
Hail rips through the once silent air
Storm winds weave the ice, walls appear
My stronghold
Rising up from the frost
My throne in the north
The pale fortress casts a shadow. Dark and cold it looms
I make my March deep into its gloom
Out Towards old graves long forgotten
Warriors buried beneath the tundra
Endless winter surrounds me