The Call of the Wintermoon

[Verse 1]
Buried, the mountains of frost
Years of silent sorrow grim and dark
Winterwings of evil sleep
In eternal nights
In death cold crypts of snow
Moon chimed my return
With blackstorms I came
And not with the winds

[Chorus]
Northern darkness marches
Through the coldest night

[Verse 2]
Can't resist the taste from the winds of the wintermoon
Split my tongue for the taste of these winds
Bath my eyes in its grace
Frost and winter return to my eyes
Call of the wintermoon

[Bridge]
Nocturnal clouds blow free in the distance
The grey mist of death's horizon
My winterwings of evil sleeps
In death's cold crypts of snow
Buried beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent grim and dark
Into eternal night
Hearing call of the wintermoon

[Guitar Solo]

[Bridge]
Northern darkness marches
Through the coldest night
Can't resist the taste from the winds of the wintermoon
Split my tongue for the taste of these winds
Bath my eyes in its grace
Frost and winter return to my eyes
Call of the wintermoon

[Outro]
In the Northern tribe!
The moon chimed my return
Hearing the call of the wintermoon