Riding upon the oblivion plains
In savage wilderness of the wastes
Dire warnings of immanent pain
The cry of the dead fill the halls
The piercing scream of the ice queen calls
The armies of the living siege the fortified walls
Through icy mountain peaks the survivors escape
Wounded and dead lay amongst the frozen earth
Those left behind will surely meet their fate
Here on the bleak plane the warriors call out in pain
The queen consumes the world in a blizzard of souls
Upon her frozen throne
The world will become her icy home
The clansman serves her with his dying breath
Sorcery of the witch commands the ghostly fleet
Bloodshed upon the battlefields warriors meet their death
The longboats become trapped in the blinding pale
The howling winds rip apart their great sail
Frozen solid their efforts come to no avail
The crystal beast sweeps the glaciated land
Into the future the seer tells of a ghastly fate
A hail of doom falls by the her wretched hand