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