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 end 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 the 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
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