Rime of the Frostmaiden

(ah - ya, o - riah…) [Bell] … (ah - ya, o - riah…) Whisper the Rhyme, let the North wind scream, Ice crowns crack when the brave hearts sing, Fate runs hot where the cold holds sway, We break the night — we take the day. Raise that blade where the cold can’t reach, Mark our vow in the storm’s white speech, Count to nine as the night leans in, Hold the line till the dawn breaks in. Rime of the Frostmaiden — hear our cry! Ice - locked sky, but our fires won’t die! Four hold the line where the white winds moan, We drag the dawn to her frozen throne. Rime of the Frostmaiden — turn and see! Winter breaks — it breaks on me! Name by name — cut it in stone, We sing the Rime till the sun comes home! Dougan’s Hole cradled a gold - blue spark, Summer still breathing in winter dark, One ringing note split the chapel chain, Seed after seed lights a thawing plain. Titania’s mark in a mortal frame, Quiet and bright with a summer flame, He lifts his hand — let the shadows learn: Cold meets light and the cold must burn. Black - glass thorn from his father’s hand, Wire - hum whispers its blood - price demand, Let devils mutter and shadows talk — He writes no more on the razor walk. Chardalyn aches but he will not bend, Boots in the slush to the bitter end, Where frost would claim what a man has earned, A faithful spark is the last to burn. Wardens of Icewind Dale we stand, Steel and song for Ten - Towns’ land, Auril’s curse on a midnight gale, Never - ending night — we do not yield. Name us true where the white winds wail, Hands on the line as the daylights pale, Oath on steel and a lantern’s burn — Hold through the dark till the day returns. (ice moans… timbers groan… bell far off) Spoken (low): Nine cold words on a dead man’s breath. Spoken: Count them. Keep breathing. Hold. Ash - dark years — a drunkard, a fool, Butcher of life, now nature’s tool. Stag - blessed light through a star - cold sky Broke bottle and blade; the old self died. Shape - changer sworn to a hard - won code, Brother’s name low on a snow - cut road, He speaks it once and the north wind rolls — Afraid the frost has him by the soul. Elders wrote frost where his life was due, Void - light fell and the dark withdrew, “Blood for the debt,” Naartok’s verdict stern, But crystal - linked hearts are the last to burn. Ice Hunter born with a star - shard flame, Frostbrand bright in the marrow’s frame, Marked as doomed by the old man’s word — Doom breaks first when the truth is heard. Raise that blade where the cold can’t reach, Mark our vow in the storm’s white speech, Count to nine as the night leans in, Hold the line — now the dawn breaks in. Rime of the Frostmaiden — hear our cry! Ice - locked sky, but our fires won’t die! Four hold the line where the white winds moan, We drag the dawn to her frozen throne. Rime of the Frostmaiden — turn and see! Winter breaks — it breaks on me! Name by name — carve it in stone, We sing the Rime till the sun comes home! (double - time push) Ride the storm — make the darkness yield, Wardens onward across the field, Count the bells — one more to go, Strike — and bury the heart of snow. (ah - ya, o - riah…) [Bell] … (ah - ya, o - riah…) [Bell — cut]