Bathory: Baptised in fire and ice

(Fire and IceFire and IceFire and IceFire and Ice)Born a Son of Nordic tribeEarly spring morning I arrivedWhen Sails were set, the Ships all doneTo Sail with Wind a Waves for longDown foreign shores across great watersMany hundred miles from homeThis half year deep frozen landWhere I on this morning was bornProudly my Father took me inHis arms and walked outsideWhere for the first time,Light struck me newborn childAnd even though told when olderI can almost recall the sceneWhen he held me high up towardsThe most beautiful sky ever seenBaptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and IceBaptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and IceOh with gentle hands he did sway meOver the flames to strengthen and purifyOh, with loving words did he dab meWith spring's last snow for cleansing me his childI grew and learned respectfullyThe Earth, Wind, Water and the skyThe powers that decided the weatherAnd rules both the dark and lightI heard the voices of the spiritsOf the forest call my nameI saw the Hammer way up highCause lightning in the rainWatching crystal flakesOf falling snow on winter nightsUniting with the pure white flames dance,When reaching for the skyBrings me back to the morning this worldFirst heard my battle cryGently swayed above the flamesAnd cleansed with snow and iceBaptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and IceBaptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and IceOh, having it with meFrom the first day of my lifeOh, always carrying them within meThe powers of Fire and IceNow I pass unto theeMy son what was given to meBaptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and IceBaptised in Fire and Ice Baptised in Fire and IceOh, having it with meFrom the first day of my lifeOh, always carrying them within meThe powers of Fire and Ice