[Verse 1]
Storm is coming in and
I'm a long way from my home
The winter winds so icy frozen
Kadath, inner Arctic zone
I need the fire from my heights
Into the depths of the unknown
Son of the gallows God, the runic tongue
Hallow my microphone
Asatru, Rokkatru
The well of wyrd awaiting you
The Vanatru they singing through
The Fae that lives inside of you
I know it too, I'm telling you
The conquerors all lied to do
The things they did eradicate
Left everything alive askew
Cultural 'propriation
I'm the royalty 'mongst thieves
With no way out and no reprieve
Descent of thunder histories
You see it's always been the way
To steal the tools to make the art
Because you had to brave the challenge
Just to prove that you had heart
And so I retro fit ontology
For when they come for all of me
These words I won, apologies
To those who try to follow me
Nine worlds in my cosmology
And tribal my theology
My sacred etymology
Rock solid like geology
[Chorus]
Shaped inside a colder world
And so a colder world we hold
Inside a soul that grew so bold
So long ago in days of old
The folk we hold the dark within
Our folktales all so bloody Grimm
Remember how it all begins
Upon a time we had to win
Or families starve and so became
So ruthless gripping any gain
Excuse me, but I'll try explain
We're really rather quite insane
Our claim to fame, a gruesome game
Of Ice and Flame, a family name
The Mark of Cain prepared us
To become the thing that we became
[Verse 2]
Descent of children into Satan
Dark forbidden fascination
‘Nother modern incarnation
Of the man in black awaiting
Veneration, vindication
Never needed acclimation
‘Radication only brought a
Derivation detonation
Steiner, folk soul, seventh circuit
Mythic storehouse, built of purpose
Living under heavy verdict
For the ways that some interpret
Ethno-National only rational
From reactional perspective
I've collected many outlooks
Even those less than respected
While you focused on conforming
Spent my time behind the scenes
I'm always searching and exploring
A new vision, libertine
And so the ravens sing the mourning
As your bones are all picked clean
I prolly shoulda dropped a warning
It's too late to intervene
I'd rather see them burn the church
A blackened metal lullaby
For every time they brought the worst
Exemplify intensify
Imma kind of malign to the Christ design
I'm never gonna be the one to walk that line
I'm dead to the faith, outta sight, outta mind
I'm Given to the reign, rune-writ, my mind
[Chorus]
Shaped inside a colder world
And so a colder world we hold
Inside a soul that grew so bold
So long ago in days of old
The folk we hold the dark within
Our folktales all so bloody Grimm
Remember how it all begins
Upon a time we had to win
Or families starve and so became
So ruthless gripping any gain
Excuse me, but I'll try explain
We're really rather quite insane
Our claim to fame, a gruesome game
Of Ice and Flame, a family name
The Mark of Cain prepared us
To become the thing that we became
[Verse 3]
Trickery brought victory
Our witchery so wintery
Black Forest protohistory
Crawled upward out of misery
Internalized it into me
It really ain't a mystery
Deliciously, deliberately
Exalted the malignancy
An aetheling inheritance
Each paradigm a variance
A sub-culture of arrogance
Interpreted preparedness
And purposes precarious
Inflated to gregarious
Yet newer born perspectives
Achieve truly multifarious
Ridiculous romanticism
Generates fanaticism
Criticize the activism
That supports a fascist system
It's a given I'll be grinning
At the bullshit that they sit in
Never fit in unforgiven
Who the fuck is you been kidding?
Only way you've been selected
Is to hold the words collected
For the future disconnected
Selling truths so unconnected
Let revision be be rejected
Symbolism, self reflected
Looking forward, course corrected
Wyrd, the well, by flow directed
[Chorus]
Shaped inside a colder world
And so a colder world we hold
Inside a soul that grew so bold
So long ago in days of old
The folk we hold the dark within
Our folktales all so bloody Grimm
Remember how it all begins
Upon a time we had to win
Or families starve and so became
So ruthless gripping any gain
Excuse me, but I'll try explain
We're really rather quite insane
Our claim to fame, a gruesome game
Of Ice and Flame, a family name
The Mark of Cain prepared us
To become the thing that we became
[Chorus]
Shaped inside a colder world
And so a colder world we hold
Inside a soul that grew so bold
So long ago in days of old
The folk we hold the dark within
Our folktales all so bloody Grimm
Remember how it all begins
Upon a time we had to win
Or families starve and so became
So ruthless gripping any gain
Excuse me, but I'll try explain
We're really rather quite insane
Our claim to fame, a gruesome game
Of Ice and Flame, a family name
The Mark of Cain prepared us
To become the thing that we became
