A gathering in the cold, in the North, in the dark lands of Pohjola

Where the sun had not been crossing the sky nor seen for centuries... 



We were brought together by oaths we had once sworn - by blood...

...once together drawn... 



We had gathered all our forces

Called together all the heroes

Equipped a hundred swordsmen

And a thousand men with crossbows 



Strengthened by hate and the thirst for the enemies' blood

We lay in wait for the season of no light

We had seen the frozen mist - we weren't afraid to die

And the oaths we had sworn gave a reason to live on 



A Calm before the Storm

(We were) Awaiting the Winter Frost 



...And then a storm arose in fury

The sky was shattered by lightning... 



Awaiting the Winter Frost

As the sky blackened and the stars turned red

The frost greeted us with a cold northern breeze

Off with their heads! Off with their fuckin' heads!!!

To slaughter the hordes of cowardice

And cleanse the North from lies 



We had gathered all our forces

Called together all the heroes

Equipped a hundred swordsmen

And a thousand men with crossbows 



We raised our swords

Grasped the irons

Lifted our bows

And chose the arrows 



The false ones' hordes were put to the sword

The strong and the weak, one by one...

Their race was slaughtered to the very last man

Our bloodfend was done as their bodies reddened the land 



Awaiting the Winter Frost

The reign of the dark and the cold

The spell of pure hate 



Awaiting the Winter Frost 



And the heathen peace was found