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