cold winds of funeral dust

under a blood red moon in the cold lakes 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 breathe, hovering through the whispering darkness, with frost in my eyes, only seven winds are heard, chiming through the dark northern valleys, eternity i pass, eternity i seek, for the darkness my spirit, for satan my black soul, under a blood red moon in the cold lakes of another world, where wintershadows lies untouched, where i dwell at the mountains of madness, entering with the cold winds of funeral dust