Cryptic Winterstorms

[Verse 1]
Black sunset rises
Under the funeral sky
Freezing waters below
As mirrors made of funeral mist
The blasting sky above
And the full moon is on the rise
The full moon's on the rise!

[Verse 2]
My hair blows in the winds of reap
Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
On bestial wings of evil
Above the mountainside, into cryptic winterstorms

[Verse 3]
I long for eternal frost, black winters
Asleep in the cold lakes, awake in the stars in the sky
Silent the valleyes in the North
Where I once were a proud warrior

[Bridge]
Where I belong
Where I bath my soul in doom fire fog
Where I ride death's cold winds
The battles in the North

[Verse 4]
Norse warriors, I rode the dark valleys
With long sword in hand
Sworned to throne the dark lands
To return to my masters in the blue mist of the dying sunset

[Verse 5]
Black sunset dies under the funeral sky
My hair blows into winds of reap
Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
The overshadowed bestial wings of evil

[Guitar Solo]

[Outro]
Above the mountainside
And into cryptic winterstorms
Forever