The old crows cry the first warning
The rumbling frozen ground the last
Hooves thundering on the three feet snow
The icy dawn yet to begin

"Bursting through the icy morning
four times five black shadows ahorse.
Seel glimmering in the awakening sun's light.
And blood colours the white snow red.
Cries echoes through the dark deep woods.
Open wounds steam in the cold morning air.
And the new day was greeted with a burden
both raped and dead."
Long golden scalps hung by the old twin headed
beasts standard black
Women and children brought far north into the land of
no turning back
The burning village speared by the wind across the
tundra
Cry old Crow cry
Long tall beautifull people fallen lifeless to the ground
Headless scattered still graceful bodies
Blood coloured the white snow all around
Through the dark deep wooods to the mountains
towering to the sky
The wind carries the quest for revenge
and the tale of Blood on Ice