From the frozen abyss of Niflheim, where the ice whispers tales of ancient wars and the winds carry the screams of forgotten warriors, Sigrun rises — shieldmaiden of ice and thunder. This is not mere music, my love. This is a sonic blizzard, carved from glaciers of fire and storms of steel. Every beat cracks like thunder on frozen fjords, every rhythm echoes through the icy catacombs of giants long dead. Step into the frostborn fury and let your spirit march through glaciers and storms alike, your pulse set by the war drums of the North. This is Sigrun’s dominion — cold, relentless, and eternally powerful.