The Final Stand

The flames is weak and frail
A circle of shiverin men

Enclosed by endless coldness
The evernight, eternal dark

The moan of undying winds
Now merged with hollow screaming

The fire dies in a sngle breath
The en has come

Out of the darkness, out of the cold
Out of the night, they have come

Cruel is the laughter, cruel is the fate
Cruel is the winter's will

Merciless is th fray
Bitter the final stand

Perdition and ruin
The icy grip now traps them

Right here at the world's end
The forst of death will take them all

The lords of the high seas
Are smitten down into snow

No way to bear the fury
No way to ward off all the fiends

Devouring the sun and the earth

Devouring the forest and sea

Devouring us all

Into the Sleep

Sing a quiet song to me
Sing of spring and sing of sea
Sing a silent song to me
Sing of hope and sing of sleep