The Call of the Winter Moon

The Call of the Winter Moon
Buried beneath the mountains of frost.
Years of silent sorrow grim and dark.
My winter wings of evil sleep
in eternal nights.

In deaths cold crypts of snow.
The moon chimed my return.
With black storms I came.
And not with the winds.
Northern Darkness marches
through the coldest night.
I can't resist the taste of the winds from the wintermoon.
I split my tongue for 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 blow freely in the distance.
In the grey mist of deaths horizon.
My winter wings of evil sleeps.
In 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 the winds from the wintermoon.
I split my tongue for the taste of these winds.
And bath my eyes in its grace.
Frost and winter return to my eyes.

The call of the wintermoon.
In the Northern tribe...
The moon chimed my return.
Hearing the call of the wintermoon.