The gloomy winter up north has just begun, since the eternity of the frozen ones. Underneath the north side a frosty night, filled with creatures the demon owned. They'll fly ... to the winds of the upper skies cry ... until your tears become a frozen ice Freeze ... in the unlimited oceans of the snow Born ... to be tortured by the ravens might Crows never crawl they are always high, and darker then the ebony night Fly and be as always so high, With rage and hate that rising in the heart Cried until you tears became a stony ice Wings are as sharp as a silver blade Fly ... to the northern winds of the upper skies Fly and be as always so high, With rage and hate that rising in the heart Wings are as sharp as a silver bladeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
