Forever trapped, 
Who will be the mold ? 
A new rule, a new age, for this 
Land of cold 
Sorrow and pain, give me the rage 
Sorrow and pain, to break out of my cage 
A young man descendant of 
Lond Is my bringer of hope "The shell so desired at last..." 
After so many milleniums, my name again will be 
Listen well children of the frost, to my unholy stoy... 
In my icy stronghold 
I sat Gazing at dark trophies of mortal defeats 
Encased in pure crystal snow 
Striving for the eternal return of the 
Ice Age The tale of how 
I fell would be too long to tell 
But one day came a spirit from beyond 
With a quest divine, an entity called 
Lond... With priests of the 
North, wizards ans swordsmen all bold 
Lond led these mortals where frosen death abode 
On a dismal night of tragedy they stood before my gate 
Stepping into the hearth of foulness toward their fate 
They came with 
Fire and Faith 
To bring me down 
The one reason to their hate 
Me the Suzerain of 
Cold... Their legions decimated, standing tall the 
Holy Land 
Sorcery and steel unmade me, a final spell was cast 
Trapped in a dimension, between the cosmos and the past 
Alone with my loneliness, 
Behold my angry song [Servant Spirit:] "An Epic tale, a prophecy The circle now is done Our King at last shall be set free When converge moon and stars Beware oh you mortals For vengeance and penance shall be ours..." 
Beware oh you mortals 
For vengeance and penance shall be mine...