As needles of ice  Are the I'll winds' talons  The coldest of shadows  They seep unto the bone    With hackles raised on my neck i feel  The rancid breath of the betrayer  I heed you not and i give no ground  With words of power the holy unbound  Christ majestic  The shadows retreat  Ruler saviour  No quarter asked and none to receive    With words of power the holy unbound  Defilers cast out shivering at the sound  Christ arisen vacant gaping tomb  Come divine wrath the slayer of doom    All praise to the lion  King of all tribes  You reach across time  With the warcry    The wicked exist in forgotten exile  And the saint has refuge in his end