In circles concentric   Against the earth   I enthrone my spiritworlds   Obviously of frost shall be   Blizzard beasts   Encompassing me   To vipe the faces   Of the earth   In memorial to the ones   With pride   And glance of day   Will never shine   For the realms are mine      Master of nebulah frost   Await the solar fall   Creations of ice   Shall behold   Wings majestic funereal   Guide through spectral lands   None shall pass me there      Hidden within churning chasms   Of an elder age   Come the mighy sons of dawn   Shadows of aurora   A time for pure holocaust   To rise   Decades a thousand fold   In circles concentric against   Against the earth   I enthrone my spiritworlds   Obviously of frost shall be   Blizzard beasts   Encompassing me   To vipe the faces   Of the earth   In memorial to the ones   With pride   Glance of day shall   Never shine   These realms are mine   Stillbreathing waters   Made birth to the beasts   From the throne of the north   Throned by blackstorms