Wrath of Indra - Mors Principium Est

Out of frost and fire, there was chaos long ago

Mighty King slew the beast as the Norsemen know

From the rushing blood the ocean, hear their thunderous cries

From the toilsome remains Indra, make the underworld rise

Of his hair he shed the forest, of his skull, the blinding skies

Sculpted from his bones tho mountains, beneath them we all lie

Lo, today, upon my window

Indra carves on every pane to admonish my skeptic smile

A new world order again

Out of frost and fire, there was chaos long ago

Mighty King slew the beast as the Norsemen know

Who shall say the gods have left us or that the power is lost?

Flash upon my ruptured sight out of fire and frost

Leader of the Gods, lord of the skies

He brings a storm of heaven’s wrath to heed our cries

A realm awaits our passing, and as our empire dies

From the blackened soil of earth the underworld shall rise

Leader of the Gods, lord of the skies

He brings a storm of heaven’s wrath to heed our cries

A realm awaits our passing, and as our empire dies

From the blackened soil of earth the underworld shall rise