Riding through the Caladim Into the final night Our cold swords sing on the wind As we mount the sacred heights Through ages untold With names unsung We’ve swam the tides of darkness With darkness in our lungs
We are the blood of the moon And we gush forth beneath the endless nightsky Severing the backbones of foes Older than death
We’ll split our lungs With hymns of old And set ablaze The winter cold
Over leagues of ice To the spine of Azagot We slay the fell defilers Dripping with rot Through flesh and bone With faces grim Our fury burns eternal It fuels the Winterhymn
Through woods of beasts, we cut our way Spilling blood where others pray They pray for the daylight, but the daylight never comes Our hearts beat with ancient drums
We are the blades in the night And the cold breath on the neck of fate Charging through icewinds and mists To penetrate the skies
We’ll split our lungs With hymns of old And set ablaze The winter coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
