Icelord's Dominion
(ahhhh) Beneath the frozen sky
The iron spires rise high
An empire carved in stone
And dynamic silver thrones (ooh)
Cold wind howling through the gates
To seal our silent fates
Glory to the frost-bound crown
We never bow down
In the fortress of the deep white snow (glory!)
Guards of the outer rim
Their iron armor grim
They march in endless lines
Through the bitter white pines
Lost in the white (ahhhh)