Summon the Storms - Aurvandil

A veil of darkness has fallen,

obscuring the sky and stars

The forests and lands forlorn,

the ancient flory all but gone

The flam in our hearts has died,

the northern pride exiled

A great weariness now looms,

my journey has reached an end

But a storm is coming

A storm to end all storms

A rain of iron and ice

Slashing across the skies

Fimbulwinter made blade

Cyclic law to cleanse the land

An inner storm is brooding

As now horizons become clear

The path shatters in parting ways

Time has come to seize fate in my hand

I see the weak, the cursed

Kneel for the Calf, or Mammon

I scorn your ways, wretched creed

I choose a path of no return

All temples now crushed to dust

All gods cast down to the earth

All riches and lies to the pyre

The wind and sky shall by my hide

Hands once so potent

Fashioned into feeble stumps

I summon strength and purity

With renewed might shall I erect thee

With spite-made stones and beams

And hatred dear, the strongest grout

Abode of peace and beauty

I shall make thee my sanctuary

Thy halls are high and misty

For spites to wander restfully

Thy hearths hail the fire of Pan

For shadows to reap Genocide

A veil of darkness has fallen, occulting the lunar might

Calm before the storm, tidings for the fall

A soft rain is falling

Tears of a passing age

A bittersweet reprieve

Afore the lifting of the veil

Thus ends the silence

Accursed reign of deliquescence

Now behold the swords unsheathed

Iron and ice shall cleanse the earth