Icethrone - Dreams of Death

Your rotten flesh,
Will be the sign,
Of my victory

Your lifeless body
Will be the attraction
Of my realm

No one will cry,
Go, run and ask advice
To the masters of the crows

Tell him about you and your dreams and whom you've met i them
Words of hatred and fear trasmitted that woman
Father, what's happening?

Father, who's bringing me this fright?
Father, who wants me dead?

Father...

My terror rises, anguish overwhels me,
I need help, bring the light and wake me up from this nightmare

Father, father, save me from the dreams of death!