Winter's Gate, Pt. 7

The flame is weak and frail,

a circle of shivering men.

Enclosed by endless coldness,

the evernight, eternal dark.

The moan of undying winds,

now merged with hollow screaming.

The fire dies in a single breath,

the end has come.

Out of the darkness, out of the cold.

Out of the night, they have come.

Cruel is the laughter, cruel is the fate.

Cruel is the winter’s will!

Merciless is the fray,

bitter the final stand.

Perdition and ruin,

the icy grip now traps them.

Right here at the world’s end,

the frost of death will take them all!

The lords of the high seas,

are smitten down into snow.

No way to bear the fury,

no way to ward off all the fiends.

Devouring the sun and the earth!

Devouring the forest and sea!

Out of the darkness, out of the cold.

Out of the night, they have come.

Cruel is the laughter, cruel is the fate.

Cruel is the winter’s will!

Devouring us all!