Blood drips from my frost-encased sword,
Forming a crimson blossom upon the ice...
My limbs cold, becoming as one with the massing snows,
My eyes nearly frozen closed...
For how long had we travelled? The memory grows dim...
Lost in the cruel, searing storm-winds,
And now, at last... our quest is at an end,
With the blessings of the elders we began our
Journey beyond the great veil of shadowed glaciers
They spoke of a prophecy foretold, an ancient and glorious legacy,
A quest for the realm of legendary lost to man
Since before even the Star-Lords descended...
Now, only I survive,
My blood spilling to the ice,
Turning to crimson crystal upon the deeply frozen earth,
Elder sorcery crackles and hums all about me,
Coursing through the sky, the snow...
As grim destiny approaches with the freezing boreal gales
And this ancient prophecy unfolds...
Spears agleam in the dying sun,
The blood is spilled, the battle's won,
From the icy throne the God-King shall rule,
When nine stars kiss the moon o'er Ultima Thule.
Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying,
Powerful spells entwine the shrine of legendary,
When the moon and stars shine as one upon the snows,
The ancient ice-gate opens, the prophecy is fulfilled!
Towering, ice-encrusted forms lumber forth from the freezing mist,
Our steel is raised against their weapons of gleaming crystal,
And the virgin snow is rendered crimson by bloodshed
In a searing storm of slaughter,
Shadows, images form in the
Glittering rune-carved walls of this glacial chamber,
Secrets frozen within the timeless vaults of eternity...
The throne of the time-lost ice realm,
Entwined in the mantle of such searing star-born power...
This frozen, aeon-cloaked seat of immortal majesty...
What shimmering swords raised in combat once sang
With the glorious clamour of steel on steel?
What splendid banners, billowing in the icy gales,
Once heralded the march of these invincible silverclad legions
To the blood-swathed embrace of epic battle?
The glory of untold thousands of years past...
This ethereal legacy of mighty Ultima Thule,
The frozen eyes of immortal kings watch me... such dark splendour!
The celestial allignment is nigh, the conjunction is at hand...
The grim Ice-Gods sleep in these frost-bound tombs,
Illumined by the caress of lunar fire,
And the kiss of star-gleam from the stygian void...
Blazing argent light fills the chamber,
Engulfing the hewn walls of elder ice,
These ancient carvings in a time-veiled tongue,
Their cosmic secrets unfold...
And so, enrobed by tendrils of starfire on the raiments of lunar mist,
The immortal liege whose sceptred empire is eternity,
Sits enthroned and brooding over his dark realm once more.
The last of my life's blood spills to the ice,
Swathed in freezing flame...
The mystic wolves of the frost-moon encircle me,
Their eyes are blazing azure, and their fur is
Whiter than the sublime snows,
Swathed in moon-frosts, in icy winds our blazon flying,
When the moon and stars shine as one upon the snows,
The ancient ice-gate opens, the prophecy is fulfilled!
Such power! I am the Chosen...
The secrets of the earth and the stars are unlocked before me...
I am destined to reign forever...
To reign from the
Ice-Veiled Throne of Ultima Thule!