Behold of the Moon
Full circle of Sun reflection
Silvery light illuminates
The world below

Gaze upon the world of frost
Forged from the ice of ages
Dominion of winter, realm of snow

In the snow traces a wolf
A trail leading into the wild
Untamed and fierce by its nature

Across the woods
Upon the soil frozen to the core
Absence of warmth forevermore

On the shore of the
Stream colder than ice
A tomb built into a perfection

A grave that
Shall never be frozen
Dark waters, calm surface
Gives no reflection

On the river floor
Underneath the countless fathoms
In the pitch-black depth lies
The fallen ones great in numbers

Beneath the icy flow
Buried in the lightless vault
Laid to rest into the deep

What the chasm seizes the depth will keep
No deliverance gate to break free
No redemption, salvation to seek
In the river of ice they sleep

Beneath the icy flow
Buried in the lightless vault
Laid to rest into the deep

What the chasm seizes the depth will keep
No deliverance gate to break free
No redemption, salvation to seek
In the river of ice they sleep