Letra de The call of the wintermoon.

Buried beneath mountains of frost
Years of silent sorrow dream and dark.

My winterwings of evil sleeps
in eternal nights.

In depths 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 of these winds of the wintermoon
and bath my eyes in its grace.
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 winterwings of evil sleeps.

In dephts cold crypts of snow
buried beneath mountains of frost.
Years of silent grim and dark
hearing the Call of the Wintermoon.

The Northern Darkness marches
through the coldest night.
I can´t resist the taste of these winds of the wintermoon.
And bath my eyes in its grace,
bath my eyes in its grace.
Frost and winter return to my eyes.

The Call of the Wintermoon...

!!! In the Northern tribes !!!

The moon chimed my return...

...hearing...the Call of the Wintermoon.