Immortal

Light of the moon, enthroned in my mind I stand in the storm that has taken my soul I am alive, timeless and strong A dark energy, the mountain of me Of the fire cut from the moon And my eyes stare into its gloom Of a spirit cut from the ice Knowing that winter never dies Visions of old, stare into the cold I am an omen, an undead alive I am immortal, my spirit on ice My blood is frozen, I dwell in the cold Of the fire cut from the moon And my eyes stare into the gloom Wishes of old, stare into the cold I am an omen, undead alive I'm a god, god of the north Grim, dark and obscure God, god of the north Until the last god, he dies Hark, once a man of the north Rode on his horse Across the Sea of Swords Into staggering kingdoms Light of the moon, enthroned in my mind I stand in the storm, taken my soul I am immortal, my spirit on ice My blood is frozen, I dwell in the cold