We are the wind
That breaks your will
We summon the storm
Of endless snowfall
A devouring whisper
From the cavern it calls
With decadent rites
Frostbitten birthright
We are the wind
That breaks your will
We summon the storm
Of endless snowfall
A devouring whisper
From the cavern it calls
With decadent rites
Frostbitten birthright
A craving, for fate
A ritual, of winter
To suffocate, and dominate
A tomb for all, of endless snowfall
…of endless snowfall
…of endless snowfall
…of endless snowfall
…of endless snowfall
