the call of the wintermoon

buried beneath the mountains of frost, years of silent sorrow grim and dark, my winterwings of evil sleep in eternal nights, in death's cold crypts of snow, the moon chimed my return, with black storms i came, and not with the winds, the northern darkness marches through the coldest night, i can't resist the taste from the winds of the moon, 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 gray mist of death's horizon, my winter wings of evil sleeps, in death's 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, northern darkness marches, through the coldest night, i can't resist the taste from the winds of the moon, 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, the call. of the winter. moon, in the northern tribe!, the moon chimed my return, hearing the call of the wintermoon