Come Fimbulvetr Lyrics - Darkwoods My Betrothed

The far north 

Between the snowy falls 

We stand - we think 

The time that passed 

...The times that are gone 

For they reminded us 

Of the times of glory... our pride 

When our swords could drink 

The blood of the weak 

Now they're all gone... 

Proud men have flown to Valhalla 

Left behind are only memories 

That hail us now... 

We live under a shadow 

In depression and woe...