Cold, ere his throne
Ere winter seers the flesh to stone
As ice upon his seat
His will black ice, his gaze blue heat
Giant, grand-ice tyrant, stoic king of these caves
Epic, ageless relic, A timeless axe of the brave
Terror, blue blade bearer, beast of his north
Power, he is tower
From mountains rocks thrown forth
He lobs, his rocks
Frost giant strength he proudly flaunts
"Hahaha, come to die, you so small?"
No, none shall pass this way
Fresh corpses of those he's kept at bay
Life or death, we stay this path
Advance head on to meet his wrath
Giant, grand ice tyrant, stoic king of these caves
Epic, ageless relic, A timeless axe of the brave
Terror, blue blade bearer, beast of his north
Power, he is tower
From mountains rocks thrown forth
He lobs, his rocks
Frost giant strength he proudly flaunts
His voice bellows out over the peaks
"To you the gates are closed"
But you defy until he speaks
"To me respect is owed
Many I've conquered and I've enslaved
My wars this realm has known
I stand guard these mountains and caves
I rule by beard and throne!"
Charge towards the largeling and best him at his gates
Scream as we swing
"On!" We battle with the frozen king
Charge towards the largeling and best him at his gates
"Woeful am I
My beard cut for your prize
Woeful I am
You reach the Underdark"