Song Lyrics
And silent the walleyes in the north, i long for eternal frost and black winters Winterstorms, where i once were a proud warrior
A black sunset rises under the funeral sky, on the bestial wings of evil, my hair blows into winds of reap
Asleep in the cold lakes awake in the stars in the sky, still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds Winterstorms, above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms
The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist, as a norse warrior i rode the dark walleyes
Where i ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the north, where i ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the north
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever, with longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever, on the bestial wings of evil Winterstorms, where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog
still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog
a black sunset dies under the funeral sky
The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist, where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog
And silent the walleyes in the north, where i once were a proud warrior
My hair blows into winds of reap, the blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise, still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
As a norse warrior i rode the dark walleyes, i long for eternal frost and black winters Winterstorms, a black sunset dies under the funeral sky
Still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds, above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms
and silent the walleyes in the north
And to return to my master in the blue mist of the dying sunset, the freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist, with longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands
A black sunset dies under the funeral sky, on the overshadowed bestial wings of evil Immortal, my hair blows into winds of reap
my hear blows in the winds of reap
and silent the walleyes in the north
A black sunset rises under the funeral sky, my hair blows into winds of reap
Where i once were a proud warrior, above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms
and silent the walleyes in the north
Where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog, where i once were a proud warrior Cryptic, where i ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the north
On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil, and silent the walleyes in the north
With longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands, the freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist, still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
Where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog, as a norse warrior i rode the dark walleyes, the freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist
the blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise
And silent the walleyes in the north, still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever
A black sunset dies under the funeral sky, and to return to my master in the blue mist of the dying sunset
A black sunset dies under the funeral sky, and silent the walleyes in the north Cryptic, a black sunset dies under the funeral sky
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever, a black sunset rises under the funeral sky Winterstorms, on the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
The blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise, my hair blows into winds of reap, above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever
Still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds, on the overshadowed bestial wings of evil, on the bestial wings of evil
the blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise
still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
a black sunset dies under the funeral sky
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms, the freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist Winterstorms, still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
Where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog, where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog Winterstorms, i long for eternal frost and black winters
I long for eternal frost and black winters, above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever
A black sunset rises under the funeral sky, still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds Winterstorms, where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog
Where i once were a proud warrior, where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog, a black sunset rises under the funeral sky
My hair blows into winds of reap, where i once were a proud warrior, with longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands
the blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise
on the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
On the bestial wings of evil, above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever Cryptic, the blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise
above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever
With longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands, on the bestial wings of evil
where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog
still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
I long for eternal frost and black winters, a black sunset rises under the funeral sky
The blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise, where i once were a proud warrior
i long for eternal frost and black winters
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever, my hair blows into winds of reap, my hear blows in the winds of reap
Where i belong where i bath my soul in doom fire fog, where i ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the north, asleep in the cold lakes awake in the stars in the sky
a black sunset dies under the funeral sky
the blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise
As a norse warrior i rode the dark walleyes, where i ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the north
And silent the walleyes in the north, still i float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
