White Frost and Elder Blood
Through wood and darkened mire The wolf hunts alone To chase the child of time To trace a trail that none can find A face he does not know A memory lost in shadows grey Rumours swirl and blur the path Yet destiny will light the way Lost in the wild of the north Praying the girl with ashen-hair will come forth Child of time, daughter of mine Come forth from the shadow in which you hide Lost across an endless sea Take up the mantle of prophecy Long is the path I must ride Lead me through the mist, guiding light Visions of horrors will show him thе way Dark elven warriors with black-frosted bladеs Echoes of spells ripping through time and space The Tedd Deireádh calling her into the fray Child of time, daughter of mine Come forth from the shadow in which you hide Lost across an endless sea Take up the mantle of prophecy
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
A life lived in search of power To restore that greatest of loss Fleeing from the truth of her torment The Raven without a home Her eyes glisten with the memory Of the one to whom she was drawn But by a spell hearts were enchanted Forged what may never have been found Cast as a beast without feeling Doomed to wander the wild alone Feared by the same men he bleeds for The White Wolf without a home Bound under the stars he travels Each step to destiny’s plan His journey wandering in shadows Searching for memory now unknown Lives eternally entangled By the wish that binds them close, forever till the end A home found in each other An isle beyond mortal men, beyond the reach of death
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
In lands not tied to a crown Yet hearts of men remain bound By fire, eternally burning bright Be led by the light A new dawn, a shift in the sand As elven blood stains the land By fire, cleansing the hearts of the pure Yet Novigrad falls to dark Where once they walked in glory and triumph, no more Bereft of glory, hiding in darkened spaces they crawl towards the beyond Where once men bowed and raised them in splendour, no more As madness claims the crown, they fall evermore into chaos-stripped darkness unknown Cavernous horror beneath where men sleep Necrophage swarming the host whilst they flee Magic abandoned in this time of need But the White Wolf will lead them to glory With fear and fire unleashed For elder power none weep The plague of prejudice gripping their minds The time of the sword and axe is nigh This world will burn in frost and snow Reborn of blood, the seed now sown
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
And at the end of days, the darkness will arise When men forget their hate and stand strong side by side All eyes on Zireael to turn the final tide White Frost and Elder Blood, here at the end of time And all the men now gather, upon the frozen shore A mighty host of northern strength, prepare for the final war The dreadship of the wraiths appears, pulled from darkest dеpths Contained by spells but for a time; yеt none can stop the dead Darkness falls on Undvik, the Hunt begins the purge The warriors of Skellige fall beneath the blade A dart of cosmic energy, an emerald in the ice Zireael ascends, becoming one with time and space Forward, into the fray, the battle rages on Steel and silver find their mark, the Wolf avenging Eredin, the deathly king, forced on the retreat Atop the mountain he will die, the Hunt is ending Wind will howl as frost envelops Darkness blots the sun All will perish in the Final Age Blistering death now made incarnate None withstand its grip Only she can stop the Final Age Fire rains down from the sky Demons are born anew Hope abandoned in the Final Age Child of Elder Blood ascend Again into the void Fight for freedom in the Final Age
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026