Buried beneath the mountains of frost    Years of silent sorrow grim and dark    My winterwings of evil sleep in eternal nights    In deaths cold crypts of snow    The moon chaimed my return    With the blackstorms I came    And not with the wings       The Northern darkness marches through the coldest night       I can't resist the taste from the winds of the moon    I split my tongue for the taste of these winds    And bath my eyes in it's grace    Frost and winters returns to my eyes    The call of the wintermoon       Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance    In the gray mist of deaths horizon    My winterwings of evil sleeps    In deaths cold crypts of snow    Buried beneath the mountains of frost    Years of silent sorrow grim and dark       Into eternal nights    Hearing the call of the wintermoon