Gods of the North
He stands alone
Wearied and dazed
Amongst the dead
After the battle
A silvery laugh
Resounds in his head
Swaying before him
A dazzling beauty
Calls out his name
Clad in gossamer
An ivory body
With golden mane
Gods of the North
Gods of the North
She taunts the Cimmerian
Gazing spellbound
Be will not falter
Rage shook his soul
To chase through the snow
The Frost-Giant’s daughter
She lures him across
The far northern hills
Where two giants wait
Swinging their axes
To wrench his hеart
With wrathful hate
Gods of the North
Gods of the North
Shе stares at her brothers
Now lying dead
On the crimson snow
The fire in his blood
Shall warm her cold flesh
His eyes all aglow
She cries to her Father
And vanish enveloped
In blue icy flames
A wisp of gossamer
In his clenched fist
Is all that remains
Gods of the North
Gods of the North