Awaiting the Winter Frost

A gathering in the cold, in the North, in the dark lands of Pohjola
Where the sun had not been crossing the sky nor seen for centuries

We were brought together by oaths we had once sworn - by blood
Once together drawn

We had gathered all our forces
Called together all the heroes

Equipped a hundred swordsmen
And a thousand men with crossbows

Strengthened by hate and the thirst for the enemies' blood
We lay in wait for the season of no light
We had seen the frozen mist - we weren't afraid to die
And the oaths we had sworn gave a reason to live on

A Calm before the Storm
Awaiting the Winter Frost

And then a storm arose in fury
The sky was shattered by lightning

Awaiting the Winter Frost
Awaiting the Winter Frost

As the sky blackened and the stars turned red
The frost greeted us with a cold northern breeze
Off with their heads! Off with their fuckin' heads
Oh, the time had come
To slaughter the hordes of cowardice
And cleanse the North from lies

We had gathered all our forces
Called together all the heroes

Equipped a hundred swordsmen
And a thousand men with crossbows

We raised our swords
Grasped the irons
Lifted our bows
And chose the arrows

The false ones' hordes were put to the sword
The strong and the weak, one by one
Their race was slaughtered to the very last man
Our bloodfend was done as their bodies reddened the land

Awaiting the Winter Frost
The reign of the dark and the cold
The spell of pure hate

Awaiting the Winter Frost
And the heathen peace was found