On a frigid wind swept vista
With nothing but the fires of rage for warmth
An oath is bellowed
A chill fell over those nearby
Toil stopped, they sunk into the shadows
It is wise to fear the man who seeks death
On a frigid wind swept vista
With nothing but the fires of rage for warmth
An oath is bellowed
A chill fell over those nearby
Toil stopped, they sunk into the shadows
It is wise to fear the man who seeks death