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 a year deep frozen land.
Where I on this morning was born.
Proudly my father took me in his arms and walked outside.
There 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, Baptised In Fire And Ice
Oh, with gentle hands did he sway me over the flames to strengthen and purify. Oh, with loving words he did dab me with spring 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 rule both the dark and light. Heard the voices of the spirits of the forest call my name. I saw the hammer way up high cause lightning in the rain.
Watching crystal flakes of falling snow on winter nights. Uniting with the pure white flames dance. When reaching for the sky bring me back to the morning this world, First time heard my battle cry. Gently swayed above the flames and cleansed with snow and ice.
Baptised In Fire And Ice, Baptised In Fire And Ice
Oh, having it with me from the first day of my life. Oh, always carrying it within me, The powers of Fire and Ice.
Words written by Quorthon/Black Mark 1989