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