I am the pagan son, Hammer of holy ones I am crowned lord of winter By nature’s will
Martyr of life and death, voice of the woods, I ride the winds of time.. I sound the tunes of war
All that was once was held in my heart was now face down in the snow, The winds of winter are my guide my strength and my soul
I am the fate of man, the spirit of the dead... I write my name in fear, the word of power I bring the astral war, i build my legacy The tears of love once lost, beneath the state of hate
I lay awake as the wolves will sing the songs of melancholy As cold as the air we breathe my blood runs black and stains my soul
We march across the frozen tundra To a place where sorrows lay Memories of fallen foes lay beneath our feet Winter winds embrace our fate Which we hold in gratitude All the stars will be aligned As we venture out this night We shall find a way to rip their hearts and make them pay All that was shall be On the stage of tragedy Blackened steel will rule the day through the cold snow Tales of epic victories Will strip my frozen world of shame
Cold is the wind..... colder my heart'
I..an end to your forbidden prophecy Blood stains the ground below ...An end to your forbidden prophecy Blood stains the ground below Shadows of the past.. rise in flame, your iron throne Since left, rule your kingdom, High above the blood red sky Winter is coming... your time.. has passed Invitations celebrate our pride ...I have seen the face of agony As cold as the frost that burns within me
Upon the spoils I am the snow Calling on your life, i strike you in the heart I will not let your suffer, life such as me Put you out of your agony
As the first snow fall, blood shall never see its day Our knights shall live forever more in this frozen domainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
