Riders of the icestorm were heading towards
The north
But when the karluk was pulled down below
The crew was lost in the heart of cold
Then the captain cried for it
And then the panic would begin
Deep in dark waters there’s something that grows
A fear so evil that feeds of our souls
Then the men had to walk for miles
Across the snow
They set camp at the southern isle
They had to rest to live to tell
Then the captain moved ahead
He had to search for help
They only dreamt of going home
Day after day died one by one
With the king and winge he had returned
To save the other riders of the icestorm
Then the captain came with help
To rescue the few that had left