Winter arrives I feel its breath The burden of life lies on my chest Cold seems this night may this be the end? A discarnate voice silently whispers for me High lord of the dead harvester of life Take my flesh devour my soul my legacy survives The certainty of death no one can deny Though I am mortal glory lasts remembrance is alive Snow is falling the king is dead Light ascended in the hour of death His royal remains will wither away But the legends and tales shall last for future days High lord of the dead harvester of life Take my flesh devour my soul my legacy survives The certainty of death no one can deny Though I am mortal glory lasts remembrance is alive Mortal worm surrender thy fame was lost in flames In lifeless halls forevermore no song was heard again Thy glory disremembered thy bloodline ceased in pain Mortality is thy curse oblivion be thy fate Down below a distant sound A nameless corpse in rotten ground Yearning from an uncharted grave Buried forlorn dreaming of golden days