Riders Of The Icestorm

Riders of the icestorm were heading towards

The north

But when the karluk was pulled down below

The crew was lost in the heart of cold

Then the captain cried for it

And then the panic would begin

Deep in dark waters there’s something that grows

A fear so evil that feeds of our souls

Then the men had to walk for miles

Across the snow

They set camp at the southern isle

They had to rest to live to tell

Then the captain moved ahead

He had to search for help

They only dreamt of going home

Day after day died one by one

With the king and winge he had returned

To save the other riders of the icestorm

Then the captain came with help

To rescue the few that had left