evil Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms I long for eternal frost and black winters Asleep in the cold lakes awake in the stars in the sky And silent the walleyes in the North Where I once were a proud warrior Where I belong where I bath my soul in doom fire fog Where I ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the North As a Norse warrior I rode the dark walleyes With longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands And to return to my master in the blue mist of