Cold Winds Of Funeral Dust Immortal
Under a bloodred moon in the cold waters of Thule. Where wintershadows lies untouched. Where I dwell at the mountains of madness. In these shadows of death I march. In the blue mist of evil. Through the dark Northern valleys. Where only winds of funeral breathe. Hovering through the whispering darkness. With frost in my eyes. Only seven winds are heard. Chaiming through the dark Northern valleys. Eternity I pass eternity I seeked. For the darkness my spirit. For satan my black soul. Under a bloodred moon in the cold waters of another world. Wkere wintershadows lies untouched. Where I dwell at the mountains of madness. Entering the cold winds of funeral dust.
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