Magica. Mountains Of Ice. Zeneszám

My breath in the cold
And the demon that's waiting at the end of my road
Is breaking down my will and my reality
While I scream inside my agony, insanity

My feet are numb but I must face this white fatality
I'm not alone but all I see is my reflection in the ice
And I smell death, blood, fear, a scream in the night I hear
For the strength of the Gods, I pray to help me on my way

The ice is shining on the slippery path under my feet
I nearly drown in all the snow that's falling from the peak
I follow North my eyes go blurry, I hear the underworld
But I stay alive from the warmth of the elven sword