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