Cool earth dampened by a vernal dawn Cold Sun glinting off of broadswords drawn Cool brook rolling across white hooves worn Cold Sun glinting off a spiraled horn Can you see the Sun over the trees? You seek power beyond what you can seize For his desires watch man fall to his knees Man's mercurial lust to kill Pure of heart would not seek such thrill Let curse befall the man it will Blue eyes glazed blind to this earthen plane Should your blade by pure blood be stained Desolation shall doom your domain Man's mercurial lust to kill Pure of heart would not seek such thrill Let curse befall the man it will Cold blood, brutish hand slits tender throat Warm blood spilling down a pearly coat Ashes fill your eyes Blackened sunless skies Fields of carnage and ice Where your kingdom lies