In the icy land, he sits alone
Upon his frozen throne
Looking out upon the lands
All the evil he had planned
One wish to gain the highest power
Before him, kingdoms kneel and cower
His sword, so dreadfully forged
Will be used to lead his scourge
You will never take me alive
Now surrender or die
Traitors, you will obey me
Or die upon your knees
Rise, my armies, rise
And face your fears
Take up arms and fight for us
He'll meet his fate by sword or spear
His evil reign will end
The good will rule again
We will storm his home
And pull him from his throne
Tales of deeds now done and gone
Will be told for years to come
How the king of the ice met his end
Added to the lore of the land
One wish to gain the highest power
Before him, kingdoms kneel and cower
His sword, so dreadfully forged
Will be used to lead his scourge