Ice Cold Prayers to the Netherrealms of Goldenrod

The memory of those who perished in Fimbulwinter Encapsulation in the glacier Frozen in time My remembrance of thine So sublime... Like the ancient mariner's rime. Goldenrod and cloth, of yours left to rot I could feel the crystallization of my teardrops Trickling... With Quiet softness of the wind's caress. I saw the kings and queens of Yggdrasil in dreams Dethroned Usurped by the Black storms of sorrow. Hear my incantations, messenger, The winds...