Under a bloodred moon in the cold wastes of Thule
Where wintershadows lies untouched
In the blue mist of evil
In these shadows of death I march
Where I dwell at the mountains of madness Where only winds of funeral breathes
Through the dark Northern valleys
Hovering through the whispering darkness With frost in my eyes
Chaiming through the dark Northern valleys
For the darkness my spirit
Only seven winds are heard
Eternity I pass eternity I seeked
For satan my black soul
Where wintershadows lies untouched
Under a bloodred moon in the cold wastes of another world
Where I dwell at the mountains of madness Entering with the cold winds of funeral dust.
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