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