Light of the Moon, enthroned in my mind
I stand in the storm that has taken my soul
I am alive, timeless and strong
A dark energy, the mountain of me
My fire come from the Moon
And my eyes stare into its gloom
My spirit come from the ice
Knowing that winter never dies
Visions of old, stare into the cold
I am an omen
An undead alive
I am immortal, my spirit of ice
My blood is frozen, I dwell in the cold
My fire come from the Moon
And my eyes stare into the gloom
Wishes of old, stare into the cold
I am an omen, undead alive
An undead alive
I'm a God, God of the north
Grim, dark, and obscure
God, God of the north
Until the last God dies
Once a man from the north
Rode on his horse
Across the sea of swords
Into staggering kingdoms
The light of the Moon, enthroned in my mind
I stand in the storm, taken my soul
I am immortal, my spirit on ice
My blood is frozen, I dwell in the cold
