The Sword - The Frost-Giant's Daughter lyrics
[The Sword - The Frost-Giant's Daughter lyrics]
Your foes lying dead at your feet
Look to the sky for a good star to guide you
And pray that the morning you'll meet
Tresses of fire skin white as snow
Promising pleasure she brings only woe
In the far northern reaches
Where dark mountains rise high
Enchantress beseeches
That you give up your life
Look to the sky for a good star to guide
And pray that the morning you'll meet
Witch of the wastes dancing on snows
Lord of the gallows takes what he's owed
A wisp of gossamer is all that remains