Buried beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent sorrow grim and dark
My winter wings of evil sleep in eternal nights

In deaths cold crypts of snow
The moon chained my return
With the black storms I came

And not with the wings

The Northern darkness marches through the coldest night


I can't resist the taste from the winds of the moon
I split my tongue for the taste of these winds

And bath my eyes in it's grace
Frost and winters returns to my eyes
The call of the winter moon


Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance
In the gray mist of deaths horizon

My winter wings of evil sleeps
In deaths cold crypts of snow
Buried beneath the mountains of frost

Years of silent sorrow grim and dark

Into eternal nights

Hearing the call of the wintermoon