Nostalgia Freeze The Norse Reaper

If nostalgia freeze the norse reaper
The storms are near to escape
Raped are the Fields...
His Harvest gone with hunger

Mourn...Mother of many Nights
If their priests had failed
In the gallows of Nindalf
A short sleep is now for eternity...

Through the Mysteriis of the northern marshes
Towards his freezing winds
Followed his prince to lifeless sorrow
Encircled by jagged ruins
Nostalgia freeze the norse reaper
Where death strangles with his dreary shadows
Endless fallow lying soils
And cattles were torn by a vultures stampede

Weakness was banned out his castle
A poison that offers her secrets
And still standing bare...
Now all power´s gone for an eternal death