Battles in the North

In circles concentric Against the earth I enthrone my spiritworlds Obviously of frost shall be Blizzard beasts To vipe the faces Of the earth In memorial to the ones With pride And glance of day Will never shine For the realms are mine Master of nebu

Under the banner of Blashyrkh we ride In the battlesky We lie estranged Kings of the ravenrealm We trample bejeweled Thrones of the earth In an age underdreamed of Viewing myriad battles Yet our eyes sparkling Strident with strength To trample bejewe

far above the ravengate the spreaded wings of blashyrkh waits Above the roaring depths Sits the oath of frost On the elder raventhrone Older mountains sleeping in my sight By chilling woods I stand A grimly sound of naked winds Is all that shall ever