Idioma Origen:
What do I see On the icy plains
The desolate one It's my terrain
The wind it blows cold Howling my name
I am the king The king of this waste
Can't you see this barren land
Lain to waste
Ravaged, scorched, yet frozen
From your neglect
I am the formless one
I came to save
You are the chosen ones
You'll be my slaves
I stand on the glacier Above it all
Watching them crumble Watching them crawl
Iced Earth has risen Nature will fall
Can you feel the madness here
Drawing you all too near
Earth and fire, water and air
Save yourselves from despair
We are together now
Crush the cowards, do it now
End the light, end the one
We have come to save the young ones
So on an on The story goes
Destroying yourselves
Or be destroyed
Idioma Destino:
What do I see On the icy plains
The desolate one It's my terrain
The wind it blows cold Howling my name
I am the king The king of this waste
Can't you see this barren land
Lain to waste
Ravaged, scorched, yet frozen
From your neglect
I am the formless one
I came to save
You are the chosen ones
You'll be my slaves
I stand on the glacier Above it all
Watching them crumble Watching them crawl
Iced Earth has risen Nature will fall
Can you feel the madness here
Drawing you all too near
Earth and fire, water and air
Save yourselves from despair
We are together now
Crush the cowards, do it now
End the light, end the one
We have come to save the young ones
So on an on The story goes
Destroying yourselves
Or be destroyed