Cold Winds Of Funeral Dust

Immortal

Under a bloodred moon in the cold waters 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 walleyes

Where only winds of funeral breathes

Houvering through the whispering darkness

With frost in my eyes

Only seven winds are heard

Chaiming through the dark Northern walleyes

Eternity I pass eternity I seeked

For the darkness my spirit

For Satan my black soul

Under a bloodred moon in the cold waters of another world

Where wintershadows lies untouched

Where I dwell at the mountains of madness

Entering with the cold winds of funeral dust.