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 My fire come from the moon And my eyes stare into its gloom My spirit come 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 of ice My blood is frozen, I dwell in the cold My fire come from the moon And my eyes stare into the gloom Wishes of old, stare into the cold I am an omen An undead alive I'm a god, god of the north Grim, dark, and obscure God, god of the north Until the last god dies Once a man from the north Rode on his horse Across the sea of swords Into staggering kingdoms The 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