Blood On Ice Bathory

The old Crows cry the first warning.ㅤ
The rumbling frozen ground the last.ㅤ
Hooves thundering on the three feet snow.ㅤ
The icy dawn yet to begin.ㅤ

“Bursting through the icy morning four times five black shadows ahorse.ㅤ
Steel glimmering in the awakening sun's light.ㅤ
And blood colours the white snow red.ㅤ
Cries echoes through the dark deep woods.ㅤ
Open wounds steam in the cold morning air.ㅤ
And the new day was greeted with a burden both raped and dead.”

Long golden scalps hung by the old twin headed beasts standard black.ㅤ
Women and children brought far north into the land of no turning back.ㅤ
The burning village spread by the wind across the tundra.ㅤ

Cry old Crow cry

Long tall beautiful people fallen lifeless to the ground.ㅤ
Headless scattered still graceful bodies.ㅤ
Blood coloured the white snow all around.ㅤ
Through the dark deep woods to the mountains towering to the sky.ㅤ
The wind carries the quest for revenge and the tale of Blood on Ice...