Gates to Blashyrkh

Far beneath the blackened sun, mountains, they rise Far beneath the blackened sun, thunder, the ice Here reign the wicked realm, cold open sky Frostbitten worlds of utter dark, Blashyrkh unlight Far on thy reign Gods as we ride Kingdoms of black To where ravens fly Far beneath the sky of ice, kingdoms they rule Far beneath the sky of ice, winter and snow Here within my wicked realm, open the gate Throne of winterstorms I heart 'Blashyrkh Awaits' Far on thy reign Gods as we ride Kingdoms of black To where ravens fly Above the snow rise, frostcovered mount Ravens up high, far up in the sky The northern dark, where Winterkings rule Far from the light, gates to Blashyrkh rise Far beneath the blackened sun, mountains, they rise Far beneath the blackened sun, thunder, the ice Far on thy reign, gods as we ride Throne of the sons of the northern darkness