Frozen in Bliss II: Aruka

Hail! The Great Lord of Tundr!
Hail! No glory could be bought by harassing immodesty of men;
None is rightful of the crown of immortality,
Of wisdom,
Of bravery,
Of holiness, but He!


Music of the Lark, hear such melody;
Oh! Beauty of the dawn!
Do I ever need to listen to the footsteps of the Grim?
The Grim whose soul is black and shrouded by greed;
I could not reveal his despicable truth,
Nor I am able to voice his words;
In Damnation, he rightfully abide,
If truth be told, of contempt for him,
Perchance in purpose or slip of the tongue,
Oh to dreadful torment in perdition is your demise.
The Grim, the legend once told,
The Grim, the Great Warrior from Tundr fought from the Old.


Lo, from the land of the Faraway, sails Aruka the Empress;
The most fair of fairs, a light amidst darkness.
She rode the gigantic ocean dragon, the biggest of its kind,
No sword, no helmet, no shield, no armor;
But wore the finest silk the enchanted kingdom have never seen in time.


"My eyes are those of the eagle,
My fangs are those of the tiger,
But my spirit is that of the enchanted.
Hail me Queen!
Empress of the East!
No wonder will you owe me, your Queen;
I am a wonder by myself,
I can not be made envious, nor be impressed!
The Great Lord of Tundr,
The one who fought all tyrant?
The Lord who's named The Great Warrior from Tundr.
You are King, the Great Lord of Tundr.
I heard the nobleness the heavens have bestowed upon you;
But, pray tell, brave warrior, should I believe such farce?"


Aruka, the golden-eyed lady of the deep;
With followers from her empire of creatures from the deep
Marched along the trail of the enchanted land,
Glided along the invisible tunnel a-float the bed of violets.
The enchanted kingdom of Neichzebnig, a land of spirits
Called upon this beauty, to amaze The Grim.
The Grim who lived in fury, in avarice and in misery;
The evil who brought strife and discord
In the enchanted kingdom of the spirits.
Neichzebnig!
The land of pleasure and majik;
The refuge of faeries and muses,
Of lovely sirens and pixies.


The ground in eternal tremor.
The sky a blurring color.
The waters move in ever restless anger.
A war started in the ancients,
Reincarnated at a time of near absolute peace;
Chill! Frozen by fear!
Come forth the ending of the Gods' selfish game!
For fame, they pursued,
The Great Warriors of the continent of Vaalkvothura:
The Great Lord of Tundr!
Aruka, the Empress of the East!
And the soon coming,
Lohdar the Colossus!
Tjoqqu from the Ocean of Fire! and
The Lady of the Fifth, she, who's vested in the garden of Gyrwin!


With much honor and glory, I mention their names.
Tomorrow and yesterday shall they be remembered.
From this day on, the Gods will weep;
Of strength and courage, these warriors do keep
To vow to death victory and love,
To grieve bedlam, and swear mischief rightful to Hell!