Slowly rising from the grave
One by one in the heart of ancient woods
Shadowed by the leaves of frozen trees
They follow the call of the winterkings

Marching under a banner of frost
Snow-clad corpses tireless and grim
They are eager to feast on warmth and life
Of those that dwell in the realms of man

Heralded by darkness and biting cold
The grasp of winter follows their steps
Hoarfrost covered blades flash in the dark
And silence falls over the husks of the slain

As the kings of winter rise to their thrones
Snowstorms shroud the land in death
From forest graves came the shadow
That leaves the world forever forlorn and cold