Fairytale - Back to the Temple

Ohhh back to the temple ... of ice !

Iceland's armies are gathered tonight
They're prepared for the final fight
The king and his knights all stand in line
Endowed by the will to fight the evil sign
The priests have returned one by one
They try to repair the damage done
Iceland's armies need the temple's power
Before they'll all be devoured

Back - to the temple of Ice
Where the last flame of hope burns and the gods roll their dice

The Twilight Lord is sure to prevail
He believes his beasts won't fail
Outnumbered - five to one
King Taderius' hope is gone
Furious beasts storm with deepest scorn
All knights wish they'd never been born
Cathender - rises his blade
To seal Iceland's fate
Iceland's fate !

Taderius body lies on the ground
Covered in blood on the battlefield
Cathender laughs with a terrible sound
"Iceland ! Now it's mine !"