The ghosts of that fateful night arrive
Swirling ever present within my vision, my memory
As despite the strength of my roaring hearth
There still lingers a certain chill in the air
We had vowed together within the storm
Among those petrified observers
Damnation by the pale moonlight
Through my hands what had to be done
The past as anguish still cleaves us apart
As if each seasons departed by the fissure of time
I had no choice a light brings end to darkness
For my tears still wept into your frozen blood
Why set that free – which condemns me?
Why snuff the flame – to set myself ablaze?
Upon that throne built on oaths broken, that figure sits, marred by the ashen glow of frigid history
She wept for the undying darkness
Within that moment of triumph
Lamentation for the thawing ice
Reflected in the glass of the winter’s moon
In this weald I now lay claim
A destiny forged in blood
Grafted by my bladed rage
To mend a sacred broken oath
I shall melt the ice
Burn it through my doctrine
I shall break the frost
Subject it to my lineage
Dislodge ornaments unfit
Cull frostbitten skin
Stomp serpentine rebellion
Drown the gods of old
Titans of frigid past
Seeping cankers of snow
Frozen cancerous history
Icicles that must be shattered
In this frigid lodge
I now shall reign
I will melt the ice
Burn it through my doctrine
I will break the frost
Subject it to my lineage
Flailing embers
Whirling firestorm
Cindered screaming
Infernal uproar
Scorching the wood
Lashing with flames
Charring this cabin
In soot I lay claim
To erase genealogy with the cleansing fire
Wear my ashen crown upon this renewed pyre
Embrace those lunar oaths through eradication
Take the seat awaiting an heir fit to rule the cold
I have burned the ice
Through my purified doctrine
I have smashed the frost
Become all that which once was