Axes flying, driven deeply straight and true. Savagely bite the ice of blue, the cold, and the fear. In cold, and calculating motion, with death standing near, I lust for life and fight my fear. I can fear no more than I fear now, and still my mind thinks clear. And upward climbs.
Axes flying driven deeply, savagely bite the ice.
Horrid is this vice. Now fear's sister comes with malice to the fight. And tries with pain what fear did fight. And death still standing near. To test my past and judge my might.