A wind of storming ravens comes from the horizon And the moon follows the thunder into black skies The cold and sharp frost carve into my skin along the bones And every flower unthorned seems to weep Every cave seems to suffer from dark forces' extinction Grimness march over every cliffs and descends in valleys And every beast wander along with their hearts
Refrain: Not last, but still in plague-acting ways I crawl at the ground, my soul lurks for blood The Usurpers Winterblood
Owls up high, will never weep nor cry Shields of the rainbow is broken The winds carry the weapons of frost, snow and thunder Paths unwalked opens, while wolves are gleaming and staring Devoured by the flaming darkness
Into the forestare of winds and pale frost Storming through the gate, not forever lost Beyond the burning branches and freezing treetops Wolves howl bitterly to the sky above the raging mountains Not for the awakening of the moon, but for the endless stream of the Usurper's WintermoonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
