cryptic winterstorms

Lyrics

black sunset rises, under the funeral sky, the freezing waters below, as mirrors made of funeral mist, but the blasting sky above, and the fullmoon is on the rise, fullmoon's on the rise, my hair blows in the winds of reap, still i float with the cold diabolical massacre winds, on the bestial wings of evil, above the mountainside, and into cryptic winterstorms, i long for eternal frost and black winters, asleep in the cold lakes, awake in the stars in the sky, and silent the valleys in the north, where i once were a proud warrior, where i belong, where i bath my soul in doom fire fog, where i ride death's cold winds, in the battles in the north, as norse warriors i rode the dark valleys, with long sword in hand, sworn to throne the dark lands, to return to my masters, in the blue mist of the dying sunset, black sunset dies, under the funeral sky, my hair blows, in the winds of reap, still i float, with the cold diabolical massacre winds, on the overshadowed, bestial wings of evil, above the mountainside, and into cryptic winterstorms, forever