Immortal

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

Of the fire cut from the moon
And my eyes stare into its gloom
Of a spirit cut 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 on ice
My blood is frozen, I dwell in the cold

Of the fire cut from the moon
And my eyes stare into the gloom

Wishes of old, stare into the cold
I am an omen, undead alive

I'm a god, god of the north
Grim, dark and obscure
God, god of the north
Until the last god, he dies

Hark, once a man of the north
Rode on his horse
Across the Sea of Swords
Into staggering kingdoms

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