Will feed the world true ice

 Turning in the wind
Seven sails in the snow flurries

The fury of the blizzard
The sea has frozen over thus

thirst... thirst

The shore was full of dreams before water became ice
the fury of the blizzard

The shape of the rock way under 
large living shapes scrape their belly upon it

Easing their restlessness
at having no surface to breach any longer

The snow flurries join the whirlwinds
Flowing inside and outside of the coastal townships

The sky forming the scales of a cold serpent with seven gular folds
Crashing down through the blizzard

adding ice to ice layer upon layer

thirst ... thirst

Upon the land the thickness of the surface of ice will never crack
Never be penetrated and will form the glaciers 
The flags of the seven nations pierced through from sharp hail

Tomorrow might not see