in deep and icy boreal fjords
a man-made mountain of cold
wielding a silent reign of terror
summoned to this distant post
still shrouded under heavy clouds
and worthy crowned by glacial mountain chains
avoided fearfully by all her enemies
the lonely queen of the north
raising her lethal scepter
but doomed to fall as the last of her kind
dedicated to annihilation and dismay
wearing the signum of oppression
surrounded by auroras of perdition
even trees refuse to grow
despised abysmally by all her enemies
the lonely queen of the north
raising her lethal scepter
but doomed to fall as the last of her kind
direct hits out of clear skies
putting an end to her command
the death knell sounding over this iron tomb.