Halls of the Frozen North

A king`s pride drove them fall
Under the scourge`s ruthless hole.
Lust grown frail to his mind,
As the flower bloom among his sight.

A young lad crossed the king`s lands,
Bravery stood on his strong hands,
Proud bearing his dark, long veil,
Over the cold night`s scent.

Over the dawn`s broken ripples,
She begged for eternal freedom,
The innocent moments to keep,
Over her delightful wind.

Signs of silver ore the king remarked,
Far over the northern coldness summit,
Fire and gore he behold under his earth,
Shadows of whisper rise from his enthroned garden.