In the woods and fields of grain
That once where my domain
The summer burns in vain
Me, who seek the warm light’s bane
Sleepless nights shall be long gone
Heat will wane when fate is spun
The rays from higher burns my skin
Steals my slumber and my kin
In incandescence we’re defiled
The beasts of spring are roaming wild
Malefic
I‘m the smith of winter, the sorrow of the Sun
To get my retribution, I know what should be done
I will haunt the Fey king, a touch of frost I shall bring
With it I shall forge me, a weapon that has
Seen no equal in these lands
(In thundersong, the steel he smites, the forging heard, throughout the night)
The rays of seasons past
Are destined not to last
When dark clouds carve the skies
The scorching subsides
Boreal gales shall reign
My ice and snow will rule the plains
Before the gaze of my bleak eyes
Flames shall wane and die
I am the chilling veins, the cure for the blight
The lord of the blizzards in my forest of white
The Fey King fears the steel blessed by the gods of old
Strike his realm with steady hand, a wind of searing cold
(The frigid gales, upon this land, strike his realm with steady hand)
I will send the snowflakes dancing in the skies
The frost of eons gather, with conviction in my mind
The bells of fate are ringing, cursed be the Fey king
Wrath will be my guidance, and the old gods shall recognize my claim to vengeance
