Aasgard - Splendour Of The Barbaric Winter

Entering from the gate below
Frozen they stand in pure snow
These mountains of old I know
On the tops I linger and stars seem low

Piercing blasts from the north, under stormy skies
On the altar of pagan gods, I spill the blood

Kingdoms of snow
Barbaric winter's dominion
Immoral realms of frost
Father

My sorrowful cries
For you I sacrifice

Piercing blasts from the north, under stormy skies
On the altar of pagan gods, I spill the blood