Aurvandil - Summon The Storms

A veil of darkness has fallen, Obscuring the sky and stars The forests and lands forlorn, The ancient flory all but gone The flam in our hearts has died, The northern pride exiled A great weariness now looms, My journey has reached an end But a storm is coming A storm to end all storms A rain of iron and ice Slashing across the skies Fimbulwinter made blade Cyclic law to cleanse the land An inner storm is brooding As now horizons become clear The path shatters in parting ways Time has come to seize fate in my hand I see the weak, the cursed Kneel for the Calf, or Mammon I scorn your ways, wretched creed I choose a path of no return All temples now crushed to dust All gods cast down to the earth All riches and lies to the pyre The wind and sky shall by my hide Hands once so potent Fashioned into feeble stumps I summon strength and purity With renewed might shall I erect thee With spite-made stones and beams And hatred dear, the strongest grout Abode of peace and beauty I shall make thee my sanctuary Thy halls are high and misty For spites to wander restfully Thy hearths hail the fire of Pan For shadows to reap Genocide A veil of darkness has fallen, occulting the lunar might Calm before the storm, tidings for the fall A soft rain is falling Tears of a passing age A bittersweet reprieve Afore the lifting of the veil Thus ends the silence Accursed reign of deliquescence Now behold the swords unsheathed Iron and ice shall cleanse the earth