Under a blood red moon in the cold lakes 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 Chiming through the dark Northern valleys Eternity I pass Eternity I seek For the darkness my spirit For satan my black soul Under a blood red moon in the cold lakes of another world Where wintershadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness Entering with the cold winds of funeral dust
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