March of the Jötunn

Without warning a chilling wind begins to bellow In the distance an ancient power approaches from the north Frost giants awakened from centuries' slumber Overcome with an insatiable thirst and unending hunger Their roars weaken the hearts of men With a deafening echo Brave souls tremble on shaky ground And soon their fear takes control Looming shadows stretch across frozen plains Bitter winds sting as the skies change to grey Fallen heroes frost-bitten and battle-worn In their wake, the march of the Jötunn Arctic tundra once our home painted dark crimson A wasteland, icy burial ground for our fallen kinsmen Their roars weaken the hearts of men With a deafening echo Brave souls tremble on shaky ground And soon their fear takes control Looming shadows stretch across frozen plains Bitter winds sting as the skies change to grey Fallen heroes frost-bitten and battle-worn In their wake, the march of the Jötunn Looming shadows stretch across frozen plains Bitter winds sting as the skies change to grey Fallen heroes frost-bitten and battle-worn In their wake, the march of the Jötunn