Sleet falls from the sky
This means your doom is nigh,
Don’t underestimate me
As the snow will spell the end for thee
Born in the mountains caked in frost
My people were broken, shattered, and lost,
The wiles of a young wizard set us free
And thus, we take a knee
Your corruption is unwanted
In our home on the mountains,
For the mountains and us, we are bonded
And thus, I shall protect my home’s fountains
Your soul shall be shattered…
Your petty darkness is no matter…
Your life will be lost
In my symphony of frost!