Immortal Abyss
Wasteland of Glacial Razorwinds
Cold winds are howling in ominous tones
Crevices gape hungry like the openings of graves
Crowned with stoneclaws which the aeons have honed
Shrouded by snowstorms in neverending waves

No mortal set foot here for thousands of years
Where spirits and demons are buried beneath the ice
Harsh and relentless the razorwinds are waiting
For whomever dares to tread on these lands

Endless and endless the tundra spreads forth
Bleak and barren lay the earth still and cold
No promise of dawn from the dismal horizon
In the land where icestorms may freeze even souls