I am the cold that haunts the night
I am the sorrow
I am the wind that chills the bones
Bleak empty nothing
The skies are dim, the earth is black
My heart is cold, a frozen thing
My eyes are grey, the sun is white
The chill is heavy in the night
A thousand spears, a hundred swords
The enemy gathers its force
To mutilate and rape the whores
That clutch at the blood-stained cross
The time has come, the end is near
Weep and your blood will be shed
Hear all the cries that plague the night
Scream all you want for your dead
Leaves do not fall
Pines standing tall
Below, lying small
The frozen corpse of a thrall