Ascend mount of iron soil

Windy serpent of winter's coil

Through cold winds I pick up stride

Reflections of bitter skies

Ashes of embers of womb deep inside

Beast cometh soon as I hear demon cries

There is no choice but to stand up and fight

Battle the horrors of wretched blight

As I approached the magma streams

Gaseous rivers of toxic dreams

I saw light through the ash ahead

Lords of fire, ice and dead

Vanquished with spear was the king of the dead

Fed back to earth was the golem in shred

Last was the lord of the fire and frost

Fell back to world as the power was lost

(wails of the fallen lords)