Album: Blood On Ice (1996)

Blood On Ice

The snow covered plains...
Early dawn...
"As the village greets a new day, the old Crow cries atop the pine. Spiritually bounded with nature and all creatures, great and small, the hunting families sense danger as the cry of the old Crow continues. A rumble, at first loud enough to a human ear, grows into a deafening storm of hooves thundering across the frozen tundra. Then bursts into the village, four times five riders clad in in armour black. Swords drawn glimmering int the awakening sun's light. Cries echoes. Throats are slit. Beautiful bodies fall to the frozen ground and limbs of able men are stewn across the snowcovered plains. The blood colours the white snow red. Women and children are brought far north. Hidden under the foliage of a majestic tree, a ten year-old boy. When the shadows ahorse can no longer be heard, he crawls out from his hideout to seek his loved ones. Not a sound. Not a movement. No sign of life...
And thus begins the saga of Blood On Ice..."
The old Crow's cry the first warning
The rumbling frozen ground the last.
Hooves thundering on the three feet snow,
The icy dawn yet to begin.
Bursting through the icy morning four times five black shadows ahorse.
Steel glimmering in the awakening sun's light,
And blood colours the white snow red.
Cries echo through the dark deep woods.
Open wounds steam in the cold morning air,
And the new day was greeted with a burden
both raped and dead.
Long scalps hung by the old twin headed Beast's standard black.
Women and children brought far north into the land of no turning back
The burning village spread by the wind across the tundra
Cry old Crow cry.
Long tall beautiful people fallen lifeless to the ground
Headless scattered still graceful bodies.
Blood coloured the white snow all around.
Through the dark deep woods to the mountains towering to the sky
The wind carries the quest for revenge and the tale of Blood on Ice.