Bathory Baptised In Fire And Ice

Fire and Ice
Born a Son of Nordic tribe
Early spring morning I arrived
When Sails were set, the Ships all done
To Sail with Wind a Waves for long
Down foreign shores across great waters
Many hundred miles from home
This half year deep frozen land
Where I on this morning was born
Proudly my Father took me in
His arms and walked outside
Where for the first time,
Light struck me newborn child
And even though told when older
I can almost recall the scene
When he held me high up towards
The most beautiful sky ever seen
Baptised in Fire and Ice
Oh with gentle hands he did sway me
Over the flames to strengthen and purify
Oh, with loving words did he dab me
With spring's last snow for cleansing me his child
I grew and learned respectfully
The Earth, Wind, Water and the sky
The powers that decided the weather
And rules both the dark and light
I heard the voices of the spirits