Through years of knowledge man made the wings of evil
Through the enormous winter, three years without summer
Prepared for the battles of the north
I sat on my throne and watched between
The skies of a cold northern light
Knowing this was my ground, but those who turned their backs
Against my throne, only got my sword in their back!
I rose from my throne and walked aay with the wind
Through centuries of weakness
Only the strong follow me, on my crusade of darkness
In this land where the orest is my throne
I have coome to re-hunt