The Revenge Of Blood On Ice

Fifteen years have passed

Every day the woods have cried

The words of vengeance and revenge

The gods have watched him day and night

By the northern stars bright light

Growing stronger, coming nearer

Upon a steed as white as snow

He is riding through this land of no return

His hair blowing in the wind

A sword in his hand

And his eyes they burn

Guide me, my ravens, find the way

Through the woods and snow

Let your eyes be mine seeking for the valley of death

Come this far, I am willing to face the twin-headed beast's breath

Let your wings be my heart

In the air, black as night

I have steel at side, powers of thunder

The gods with me ride

I trust in my ravens, watching from above

Black as night, swift as lightning

And graceful as doves

I trust in my stallion, born by the wind

Taking me through the valley

Where this world ends, and the shadows begin

I trust in my sword, forged in fire and ice

It's sharp blade shall be baptised in blood

As I take the beast's life

Cry, old crow, cry

Come out of the darkness you beast of hell, face me

Out on this field of moonlit snow

I will not be deterred by your ugliness

Before my sword your two heads will roll

I will not let my sword rest until it's steel

Has song for your ugly twin heads

I'll wipe the sweat off my face with your bloody scalps

And watch your four eyes telling me that you're dead

Gathering speed, charging forward

Collision is close now

The swords are drawn, held high

They flash in the pale blue moonlight

Aiming at throats bare, the moment is so near

The time seems to halt for a while

Even the stars in the sky hold their breath

This is the moment of glory or death

The moment to maim or to be put to rest

So close now I almost can hear the black blood

In the beast's thick veins pumping

I am swinging my sword, may the gods be with me

I ride out through the vast portals of hel

I swing my sword in the air

And the dead beast's two bloody scalps attached to a spear

Now is come the moment for me to set free

Those, a long time ago, brought far north

By the twin-headed beast

On that daybreak when the old crow did cry

That hard winter when I, still a child

By my father was told of a hall way above the clouds

Gates open wide for the one who dies with sword in hand