Throned By Blackstorms

In circles concentric against the Earth I enthrone my spiritworlds Obviously of frost shall be Blizzard beasts encompassing me To vipe the faces of the Earth In memorial to the ones with pride Glance of day shall never shine These realms are mine Master of nebulah frost Await the solar fall Creations of ice shall behold Wings majestic funereal Guide through spectral lands None shall pass me there Hidden within churning chasms of an elder age Come the mighty sons of dawn Shadows of aurora A time for pure holocaust to rise Decades a thousand fold In circles concentric against the Earth I enthrone my spiritworlds Obviously of frost shall be Blizzard beasts encompassing me To vipe the faces of the Earth In memorial to the one with pride And glance of day shall never shine For these realms are mine Still-breathing valleys Made birth to the beasts From the throne of the north Throned by blackstorms Creations of ice shall behold Wings majestic funereal Guide through spectral lands None shall pass me there Throned by blackstorms