Of Angels And Ice

Where art thou, glistening ice,

Who doth frame wings beating thrive,

Emissary of the celestial,

Where empire and angels revive?

Grant thy servants heavenly fire

Of this dead world's eternal snow.

Pray tell when the end time may show,

Seek the final march on Armageddon's field,

Adorned in the glistening light of faith's shield.

Prayers offered like sacrifice in the winter wind,

Cold whisper of the dragon tempts towards sin,

To collect the wage of wickedness paid in death.

Intercede for me, oh guardians, with your divine breath.