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...