In the glacier’s of my King- a flame may always burn,
surrounded by the beautiful castle of frost,
smoke arise-blinding the ones that set sight,
my symptom of tragedy has arrived from the King,
the frost bitten snow has been burnt.

The icy, water flows throught the sound of forever hell,
the water the monstrous kraken sips,
it rests in the icy water- tentacles on the frost covered iceberg.
the apparent hero, Levoi will slaughter it mercilessly,
before he knows it, he’ll be knee’s deep in the kracken’s blood,

I’m the white fire, a pale flame of bloody hell,
smoke burn from the river’s of molten,
as helpless victims are reposed in their own ashes.
their skeleton sinks to the bottom of the bottomless river,
it sinks into the lava-submerged pale sand- sheds of skeletons.

The blood-freezing blizzard swarms me as the fate of the krackens flys to heaven,
my reflection in the blood covered ice gazes at my iris,
words appear above me in the ice cold reflection- above the blaze of white,
“The kracken was mourned for, but I reckon more danced in glee”,
The krackens death was merciless, the creature was killed cause of it’s size,
That thought would leave everybody hopeless,

The strongest heroes were slain by the kraken in an...