Debris Wrought From Winter

Lyrics

Broken fragments of detritus
Winter's debris
Ruins as yet unawakened
On hallowed ground accursedly
Debris Wrought from Winter
By the King's own hand
Black flame, eternal burn
Forging glass from sand

The fierce cold Solstice
Killing indiscriminately
Bodies on the ice
Crystallising atrophy
Invoking metal for the Sonance of Swords
Remnants at his feet
Blades sacrificed in ritual fire
Rendered from blood, bone and meat

No quarter given
When our forces coalesce
The battle plains run with blood
Hear our weapons caress

Debris Wrought from Winter
At behest of the warlords
By the King's own hands
Sing the Sonance of the Swords

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