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The Call Of The Wintermoon

Buried beneath the mountains of frost

Years of silent sorrow dream and dark

My winterwings of evil sleeps in eternal nights

In deaths cold crypts of snow

The moon chimed my return

With the blackstorms I came

And not with the winds

The Northern darkness marches through the coldest night

I can't resist the taste of these winds

And bath my eyes in its grace

Frost and winter return to my eyes

The call of the wintermoon

Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance

In the grey mist of deaths horizon

My winterwings of evil sleeps

In deaths cold crypts of snow

Buried beneath the mountains of frost

Years of silent sorrow grim and dark

Into eternal nights

Hearing the call of the wintermoon

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The Call Of The Wintermoon / Immortal

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