The Call of the Wintermoon

Buried beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent sorrow grim and dark
My winterwings of evil sleep in eternal nightsIn deaths cold crypts of snow
The moon chimed my returnWith blackstorms I came
And not with the windsNorthern darkness marches through the coldest nightI can't resist the taste of these winds from the wintermoon
I split my tongue for the taste these winds
And bath my eyes in its grace
Frost and winter return to my eyes
The call of the wintermoonNocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance
In the grey mist of deaths horizon
My winterwings of evil sleepIn deaths cold crypts of snow
Buried beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent grim and dark
Into eternal nights
Hearing the call of the wintermoon.Northern darkness marches through the coldest night
I can't resist the taste of these winds from the wintermoon
I split my tongue for the taste these winds
And bath my eyes in its grace
Frost and winter return to my eyes
The call of the wintermoonIn the Northern tribeThe moon chimed my returnHearing the call of the wintermoon