Arrival at Solstheim

[Verse 1 – Spoken or clean vocals]
From the ashlands I sailed, from Red Mountain’s flame,
To a place where fire sleeps beneath eternal frost.
They spoke of glory, coin, and conquest in the snow—
But the wind here whispers only of things long lost.

[Verse 2 – Sung with rising intensity]
The tide has left me on a cursed shore
Where pines like spears guard ancient lore.
A land unclaimed by gods or kings,
Where wolves and wraiths and old blood sing.

[Chorus – Atmospheric, slow-burning power]
Solstheim… frozen fang of the North
Land of storm, of claw, of oath
The sky weeps ash, the ground drinks fear
And something hunts… too close, too near

[Bridge – Instrumental with wind howls, raven calls, ambient drums]

[Verse 3 – Growled or harsh vocals]
Fort Frostmoth looms like a broken crown
Its garrison hollow, its captain drowned
The locals speak in riddled tone
Of spirits stirring in the stone

[Chorus – Atmospheric, slow-burning power]
Solstheim… frozen fang of the North
Land of storm, of claw, of oath
The sky weeps ash, the ground drinks fear
And something hunts… too close, too near

[Outro – Soft, haunting]
A stranger here… yet not unknown
The snow remembers every bone
And under moons both full and red
The Hunt prepares, the past’s not dead