Born in the sun
The cross burning bright
In fields of purity and solace
A Crumbling affair
Between morality and allegiance
Hooded toil, blood and soil
Cold rain turns the ashes to smoke
I can feel deeper when I envision the hammer
Cold Northern Hellscape
Blazing white
Emerald rain
The fires of autumn
Dead inside
I am revived... So cold
Woken by slumber
The tree of the wise one
My spirit be unbroken
By a vision of the rising northland
Forever cold
Forever at war
The Eternal infernal
Winters embrace
The burning oak
Solstice of forgotten wounds
Black flame burns
Incinerating the seal
Of the forthcoming storm
In nature's tomb