E. Bathory
E. is 16 years old.
She is the Keyboard Player of Deatharmonic.
E. is also known as "Þrúðr".
E. is located in Berlin at Gangstah Gym & Spa Berlin.
E. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to talk to media in order to get ahead professionally.
Realm of Ice
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Song Details
Realm of Ice is Crowdpleaser music in tempo Presto. The music is GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS and the lyrics are GOD SMACKINGLY GLORIOUS. The song was written 9/25/2021 by E. Bathory. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
26 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
40 |
| Genre: |
Heavy Metal |
| Owner: |
None |
| First Revealed: |
3/19/2025 |
Dominant Instruments
Lead Vocals
Bass Guitar
Drums
Synthesizer Keyboard
Cello
Special Lyrics
Beneath the land where warriors ride,
Beyond the gates where cowards hide.
A kingdom lost in death’s embrace,
Where Hel commands, none leave this place.
The path is long, the air is thin,
Through endless dark and wailing winds.
No warmth remains, no sun will rise,
In Hel’s domain, where honor dies.
The river flows, but not with rain,
It twists and writhes with endless pain.
The frozen dead, their voices cry,
Yet none shall live, yet none shall die.
In the realm of ice, where lost souls dwell!
No feast, no hall, just frost and Hel!
No warrior’s song, no battle’s cheer,
Only endless cold and fear!
From shadowed halls, she walks unseen,
Half of death, half of queen.
Her voice is still, yet echoes wide,
A whispered fate, none dare defy.
She rules the damned with iron will,
No god can break, no man can kill.
Her throne of bone, her touch like steel,
A fate foreseen, a fate made real.
In the realm of ice, where lost souls dwell!
No feast, no hall, just frost and Hel!
No warrior’s song, no battle’s cheer,
Only endless cold and fear!
No raven calls, no wolves give chase,
No Valkyrie shall find this place.
For those who fell with coward’s shame,
Only Hel shall know their name.
No swords shall clash, no shields will break,
No glory here, no war to wage.
A silent curse, a frozen tomb,
Where all must wait till end of doom.
In the realm of ice, where lost souls dwell!
No feast, no hall, just frost and Hel!
No warrior’s song, no battle’s cheer,
Only endless cold and fear!
And when the serpent wakes to fight,
When gods shall fall in endless night,
Hel’s gates shall break, her army rise,
To claim the world with frozen skies!
Record Releases
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