Entering from the gate below Frozen they stand in pure snow These mountains of old I know On the tops I linger and stars seem low Piercing blasts from the north, under stormy skies On the altar of pagan gods, I spill the blood Kingdoms of snow Barbaric winter's dominion Immoral realms of frost Father My sorrowful cries For you I sacrifice Piercing blasts from the north, under stormy skies On the altar of pagan gods, I spill the blood