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Cold wind blows from the north, sky is black.

Like the eye of the raven, who rule the air.

Snow is shining, in the blaze of the northern lights.

Death is here, under the immortal moon.

Hymn of the freezing wind.

Blare in the wilderness.

Welcome to my world.

I salute you!

Shadow of the fell, ruler of the landscape.

The wolves are coming, together we howl at the moon.

Moonfog is deep, it’s mesmerizing me.

I’m watching the death of the light — no return!!!

The sun will stay dark, whenever I walk.

In the land of the freezing wind.

Veins of life have decaying, frost is forever.

From the cold graves, I rule this land.

Twilight of the North, lurking behind the fell.

Killing the remains of light, losing the will to fight.

Where death is real — Tragedies, horror and fear.

Your Funeral is here and I’ll be there!

After the funeral, raven is calling your name.

No one can hear you, as you exist no more.

Your grave is shallow, like is your honour.

I pronounce; this land is mine.

Land of the eternal snow — show me your ruthlessness.

Together we call — the ancient ones.

And Leading us — into the unholy place.

Cold and forgotten — the kiss of white death.