The realm between the tides, where dawn begin to strike the sky Mist, twilight moons, I want the tyrants to return The doom of all to come, a time where chaos rule the one Day of awakening, where we throne and reign the end
Thunderous march, fanfares of old Fimbulwinter, we are called to ice Sons of the north, darkened tales Fimbulwinter, we are called to ice
Descendt upon our time, the count down to damnation All dead and doomed, where the end knows day nor dawn Cometh the untamed ones, so shall we thrive to rule 'em all The sum of wrath, soon to reveal it's evil sons
The wrath of the beast descend Gathering storms in the sky Daylight darkened, thunder of the ice The wrath of the beast descend and call us to ice Across the snows, the throne of all thrones
We are by darkness found, to reveal a time to come The northern souls, built to survive the eternal cold Where the frost never cease, where the wind sing eternally The heart of winter, that precede the end of the world
Thunderous march, fanfares of old Fimbulwinter, we are called to ice Sons of the north, darkened tales Fimbulwinter, we are called to iceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
