Across the Icy Fogs and Mists

Through cold dark mists I approach the shores,
within my vessel,
riding the freezing waters flowing from Hvergelmir.
Like nightmares of darkness it haunts the lowly souls of this forsaken abode.
All within the grasp of death,
devoid of departure and against all will,
Gjoll imprisons all inside.
Of ice, and snow, the realm of death,
from the roots lay in ashes.
Within the realm of Niflheim the journey nears its end.
In a world where darkness clutches it will be only death that prevails.
For now I have reached the shores I draw my sword, I'm prepared for war.
I come to put to sleep an awakening world.
I am the embodiment of the frozen wind.