Frozen figure
Stands in the storm
Flakes of snow embrace the essence of her earthly form
Her eerie song heard
Through dales and mountains far away
Brings a curse on those who dare to listen
Floating above the plains
She wanders in her realm
Hearing screams of her prey draw closer
She gazes upon the field
Where battle rages eternally
Waiting for warriors, weakened, to fall into her arms
In their eyes they saw her presence, grim
Float above the ice
Wounded still, they crawled towards her call
They hoped to find salvation from her arms
White and pure
But the storm grew strong as they closed her figure
Cursed be this woman; the lady of the wind
Night casts its shadow on the field of battle
Few still breathing, but the air turns cold
She appeared like a spirit of death
Blizzard veil in ground around her
Embracing the last of the living with her hands
Young and cold as ice
In our eyes we saw her presence, grim
Float above the ice
Wounded still we crawled towards her call
We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure
But the storm grew strong as we closed her figure
Cursed be this woman; lady of the wind
In our eyes, we saw her presence, grim
Float above the ice
Wounded still we crawled towards her call
We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure
But as we reached her gown we felt her hands slowly Sweeping our lives away
Stands in the storm
Flakes of snow embrace the essence of her earthly form
Her eerie song heard
Through dales and mountains far away
Brings a curse on those who dare to listen
Floating above the plains
She wanders in her realm
Hearing screams of her prey draw closer
She gazes upon the field
Where battle rages eternally
Waiting for warriors, weakened, to fall into her arms
In their eyes they saw her presence, grim
Float above the ice
Wounded still, they crawled towards her call
They hoped to find salvation from her arms
White and pure
But the storm grew strong as they closed her figure
Cursed be this woman; the lady of the wind
Night casts its shadow on the field of battle
Few still breathing, but the air turns cold
She appeared like a spirit of death
Blizzard veil in ground around her
Embracing the last of the living with her hands
Young and cold as ice
In our eyes we saw her presence, grim
Float above the ice
Wounded still we crawled towards her call
We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure
But the storm grew strong as we closed her figure
Cursed be this woman; lady of the wind
In our eyes, we saw her presence, grim
Float above the ice
Wounded still we crawled towards her call
We hoped to find salvation from her arms, white and pure
But as we reached her gown we felt her hands slowly Sweeping our lives away