Across the fjords, the cold wind calls
The frost bites deep, the ice enthralls
In Midgard's grip, the dawn takes hold
A frozen hymn of stories old.
Under the pale and icy shroud
The land lies still, the heavens bowed
Mountains crowned with winter's breath
Whisper sagas of life and death
A sea of white consumes the ground
The wolves of Sköll and Hati bound
The sun retreats; the shadows grow
Midgard sleeps beneath the snow
Shield your heart, the cold will claim
Frost will carve the strongest name
Feel the sting of Midgard's morning frost
A chill to remind what the gods have lost
Through the shards of ice, the runes ignite
Guiding our fate through eternal night
The raven flies through frozen skies
Its piercing cry as Midgard dies
Frost giants stir in their ancient tombs
Awakening to the tundra's gloom
In every flake, the gods decree
The frost shall stand as eternity
The blood of kings, a frozen stream
Echoes faint in a winter dream
Steel will shatter, flesh will freeze
Bow to the winds that sweep the seas
Feel the sting of Midgard's morning frost
A chill to remind what the gods have lost
Through the shards of ice, the runes ignite
Guiding our fate through eternal night
Winds howl, the earth grows numb
Through frozen fields, the end will come
The frost endures; the fire fades
In winter's grasp, our world decays
Crumble, crumble, stone and steel
Bend the knee, make frost your seal
Feel the sting of Midgard's morning frost
A chill to remind what the gods have lost
Through the shards of ice, the runes ignite
Guiding our fate through eternal night
Midgard wakes as dawnlight wanes
The frost remains; its song sustains
Through winter's veil, the tales retold
A realm of ice, forever cold