Us the children of the north, sons of one banished era, dominate by hate, now we wander through the maze of a world that we despite.
No law can contain our power & strength, our existance is a strange dream darken by our spirits, we evoluate in spite of ignorance & belief that this ingrate race had risen around us, but this lethargy will cease & the earth will know again the glory of the forgotten kingdom (of Iphicrate). We'll awake the hate & the primitive instincts that sleep in each of you, the strength of elements & of our spirits will fill your bodies of an eternal glory & you shall refind the true values of existance by forsaking your world of absolute allegiance. Sorrow shall fill your hearts like she filled ours & at last our reign shall be herald at the twilight of a primordial night. Beyond the limits of time & space the world will know the impossible rapture of a perfect symbiosis between ice & fire, by our will the universe will know the forgotten terrors, it will hear voices never heard before, it will see what must be never seen. The energies of nature & cosmos gather for the birth of new immortal dark light.