Cold Northern Hellscape

Born in the sun
The cross burning bright
In fields of purity and solace
A Crumbling affair
Between morality and allegiance

Hooded toil, blood and soil
Cold rain turns the ashes to smoke

I can feel deeper when I envision the hammer

Cold Northern Hellscape

Blazing white
Emerald rain
The fires of autumn
Dead inside

I am revived... So cold

Woken by slumber
The tree of the wise one
My spirit be unbroken
By a vision of the rising northland

Forever cold
Forever at war
The Eternal infernal

Winters embrace
The burning oak

Solstice of forgotten wounds

Black flame burns
Incinerating the seal
Of the forthcoming storm
in nature's tomb