as needles of ice are the ill winds' talons the coldest of shadows they seep unto the bone with hackles raised on my neck i feel the rancid breath of the betrayer i heed you not and i give no ground with words of power the holy unbound christ majestic the shadows retreat ruler saviour no quarter asked and none to receive with words of power the holy unbound defilers cast out shivering at the sound christ arisen vacant gaping tomb come divine wrath the slayer of doom all praise to the lion king of all tribes you reach across time with the warcry the wicked exist in forgotten exile and the saint has refuge in his end