Cool earth dampened by a vernal dawn Cold Sun glinting off of broadswords drawn Cool brook rolling across white hooves worn Cold Sun glinting off a spiraled horn
Can you see the Sun over the trees? You seek power beyond what you can seize For his desires watch man fall to his knees
Man's mercurial lust to kill Pure of heart would not seek such thrill Let curse befall the man it will
Blue eyes glazed blind to this earthen plane Should your blade by pure blood be stained Desolation shall doom your domain
Man's mercurial lust to kill Pure of heart would not seek such thrill Let curse befall the man it will
Cold blood, brutish hand slits tender throat Warm blood spilling down a pearly coat
Ashes fill your eyes Blackened sunless skies Fields of carnage and ice Where your kingdom lies
