Letra de Blackstorms frozen and clear.

Gaping in the grimly areas...
Screaming in a desperating place.

The winter call us, Sons of Northland,
in a battle we shall choose our path.
With no fear our sacred ravens
fly throughout the sky.

In an infernal fight we won´t surrender,
it´s the triumph of our mighty realm.

And with Blackstorms... pure...grim,
we get rid of all... enemies...

...and with Blackstorms...
Frozen by wind...
...cleared by mist...

Our kingdom of wisdom we lead.

Our kingdom of wisdom we lead.

!!!Our kingdom of wisdom we lead!!!