Cold winds are howling in ominous tones Crevices gape hungry like the openings of graves Crowned with stoneclaws which the aeons have honed Shrouded by snowstorms in neverending waves
No mortal set foot here for thousands of years Where spirits and demons are buried beneath the ice Harsh and relentless the razorwinds are waiting For whomever dares to tread on these lands
Endless and endless the tundra spreads forth Bleak and barren lay the earth still and cold No promise of dawn from the dismal horizon In the land where icestorms may freeze even soulsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
