Pulsar Colony - Of Frost Origin

Driven by the power to enslave
Throne and scepter bewitchingly pale
Shimmering white like the purity of winter
My enemies are frozen statues
Hating all freedom and bliss
The rot has spread too deep
Stirring a cauldron of tainted water
With shriveled skin and warp-minded demons
The potion of my radiance
Which I parade around like a trophy
Savor your comforts while you can
The headsman is eager for you traitors
I have slain my own kin
And traveled through the portals
To ensure that I can never die
And war will never end
Guided by the writing on the stone table
I have meditated on these primordial secrets
So, champion of Spring and prosperity
Be very afraid
As you bestow glory
On all your little friends
I have watchers in the woods
Spies on the wind
My plague has a will of its own
It steals away your allies
It’s too late for me
To enjoy fertility
So convey me away
Stuff me in your coffin
Stab me with your sword of ice
So I can dominate in the harshest climate