Muldjord Blood Red Snow
Creeping sizzling cold,
horizon all around.
Walk towards your goal,
evil souls abound.
Through the ancient times,
when false gods brought us hope.
The wise controlled the wicked,
sadistic crowd control.
Misty breath of rotten teeth,
screams in the dark.
They'd part your every limb,
in the name of god.
A map from times of old,
speaks of ancient caves.
Where man did evil deeds,
of death and despair.
On a block of ice,
a slave is brought to rest.
Shamans of the silent north,
will open up his chest.
Through the ancient times,
when false gods brought us hope.
The wise controlled the wicked,
sadistic crowd control.
Slowly and silent,
the blood flows to the ground.
Dark poetic pattern,
of blood red snow.
