As our cold steel runs through the sacred flesh
As the sun vanished from the blanching sky
As life transforms into fume of the blaze
My last resting-place in which I lie
As mountains collapsed from my last warlike cry
As Satan took away my malice and wrath
As the last grain of sand marked my decline
I fall breathless in the deep white snow
I am the tyrant that haunts you in the forest at night
Fear my blazing eyes lurking in the dark
Your sword now is helpless and your arrows are too weak
And now no one hears you…hears you scream
As plains lye in light of the dead winter moon
As the northern wind whispers ancient tales
As the vultures are fed by warm human flesh
My spirit flees towards my brothers in arms