(Verse 1) Above the clouds where the air turns to glass, A shimmering portal, a secret to pass. Beyond the reach of the magma and smoke, An ancient temple that the frost-gods spoke. The doors are of sapphire, the halls are of rime, A fortress protected from the ravage of time. Erik leads his people through the curtain of blue, To a sanctuary old, yet to them it is new. (Pre-Chorus) The walls are etched with the scripts of the stars, Of a war long ago that left the earth with its scars. The King touches the ice, and the visions awake, Of a power the Nephilim never could take! (Chorus) The Frozen Sanctuary! The temple of white, A diamond in darkness, a beacon of light! Here lies the secret of the Hollow Earth’s, And the cold that can quench the fires of earth! In the middle of the glacier, the truth shall remain in, To break the Warlord and to end all the Nephilims! (Verse 2) Loyria walks to a pedestal grand, Where a shard of "True Ice" sits waiting her hand. It pulses with rhythm, a heart made of frost, The weapon the Nephilim feared and then lost. "The Core-Key is fire," a ghostly voice cries, "But the breath of the glacier is where the end lies." To kill the Warlord and his magma-born breath, The Lord of the Sword must embrace the cold death! (Bridge) (The music turns slow and atmospheric - soft piano and violin) A mirror of ice... a reflection of fate. The giants are climbing, they’re nearing the gate. But the shard is a gift from the sky to the ground, In the silence of winter, the answer is found. Erik dips his Greatsword in the well of the deep, As the spirits of Enorl their vigil shall keep. [Solo Section: A "Chilled" Solo. The guitar uses a lot of delay and clean tones, sounding like falling snow, before exploding into a sharp, piercing Electric Violin melody] (Verse 3) The steel turns to silver, the blue turns to white, The Greatsword is infused with the essence of night. It smokes not with fire, but with freezing mist, A blade that the heat of the core can’t resist. The Nephilim roar at the base of the stair, But a new kind of winter is filling the air. The King stands renewed, with the shard in his chest, Prepared for the final, the terrible test! (Chorus) The Frozen Sanctuary! The temple of white, A diamond in darkness, a beacon of light! Here lies the secret of the Hollow Earth’s, And the cold that can quench the fires of earth! In the middle of the glacier, the truth shall remain in, To break the Warlord and to end all the Nephilims! (Outro) The ice is the shield... The frost is the key... The King is the master... Of his destiny. Lord of the Sword! The Winter has come! (Sound of a deep, crystalline hum that vibrates through the speakers)
