Forever trapped, Who will be the mold ?

A new rule, a new age, for this Land of cold



Sorrow and pain, give me the rage

Sorrow and pain, to break out of my cage



A young man descendant of Lond

Is my bringer of hope

"The shell so desired at last..."



After so many milleniums, my name again will be

Listen well children of the frost, to my unholy stoy...



In my icy stronghold I sat

Gazing at dark trophies of mortal defeats

Encased in pure crystal snow

Striving for the eternal return of the Ice Age

The tale of how I fell would be too long to tell

But one day came a spirit from beyond

With a quest divine, an entity called Lond...



With priests of the North, wizards ans swordsmen all bold

Lond led these mortals where frosen death abode

On a dismal night of tragedy they stood before my gate

Stepping into the hearth of foulness toward their fate



They came with Fire and Faith

To bring me down

The one reason to their hate

Me the Suzerain of Cold...



Their legions decimated, standing tall the Holy Land

Sorcery and steel unmade me, a final spell was cast

Trapped in a dimension, between the cosmos and the past

Alone with my loneliness, Behold my angry song



[Servant Spirit:]

"An Epic tale, a prophecy

The circle now is done

Our King at last shall be set free

When converge moon and stars

Beware oh you mortals

For vengeance and penance shall be ours..."



Beware oh you mortals

For vengeance and penance shall be mine...