Winter arrives I feel its breath
The burden of life lies on my chest
Cold seems this night may this be the end?
A discarnate voice silently whispers for me
High lord of the dead harvester of life
Take my flesh devour my soul my legacy survives
The certainty of death no one can deny
Though I am mortal glory lasts remembrance is alive
Snow is falling the king is dead
Light ascended in the hour of death
His royal remains will wither away
But the legends and tales shall last for future days
High lord of the dead harvester of life
Take my flesh devour my soul my legacy survives
The certainty of death no one can deny
Though I am mortal glory lasts remembrance is alive
Mortal worm surrender thy fame was lost in flames
In lifeless halls forevermore no song was heard again
Thy glory disremembered thy bloodline ceased in pain
Mortality is thy curse oblivion be thy fate
Down below a distant sound
A nameless corpse in rotten ground
Yearning from an uncharted grave
Buried forlorn dreaming of golden days