The old Crow's cry the first warning The rumbling frozen ground the last. Hooves thundering on the three feet snow, The icy dawn yet to begin.
Bursting through the icy morning four times five black shadows ahorse. Steel glimmering in the awakening sun's light, And blood colours the white snow red. Cries echo through the dark deep woods. Open wounds steam in the cold morning air, And the new day was greeted with a burden both raped and dead.
Long scalps hung by the old twin headed Beast's standard black. Women and children brought far north into the land of no turning back The burning village spread by the wind across the tundra
Cry old Crow cry.
Long tall beautiful people fallen lifeless to the ground Headless scattered still graceful bodies. Blood coloured the white snow all around. Through the dark deep woods to the mountains towering to the sky The wind carries the quest for revenge and the tale of Blood on Ice.
The Eternal deep dark Woods... Late daytime...
["Fifteen years have passed. Living among the animals. Learning to read the] [signs in bark and snow. Never forgetting the sights that morning in the] [village all those years ago. Pain from inside. Transforming him.]