Blood On Ice

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

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

Long scalps hung by the old twin headed Beast's standard black
Women and children brought far north into the land of no turning back
The burning village spread by the wind across the tundra
Cry old Crow cry.

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