A sea of ice
A wind of fire
A void between
Where life expire
No sand
No ocean
No waves to travel
No earth
No grass
No sky to reach
The ice rose high
In the freezing cold
The flames burned bright
As in visions told
A mist emerge
And life were born
A scream unheard
From where giants mourn
Come forth again
With dreadful rage
And knowledge will last
Of the giants age
Bring us the strength
From the void within
Of aeons old of the burning
Of the burning, of the burning cold
