A freezing winter sweeps the land

A creeping frost sets in

The fog encircles the castle

Surrounded by a total silence

Black clouds weigh upon from above

The candles are the only lights

The trance is getting deeper

Reaching upon thy mighty thrones

Then an iceblue shimmer hits the wall

The wind whistles a melancholy tune

Feel their presence

Oskorei



During dark and stormy nights of winter

You may see the lights of Thule

Aurora Borealis



Crossing the wastes of the northern fields

Frozen by the cold that paralizes the will

Enter the darkest depths of the northern woods

Tormented by the heat of the hellburning flames

Black moon rising from the sea way up north

Wotan rides across the sky

His fallen warriors hails him high

A freezing winter

A creeping frost

Black moon rising

Thy mighty thrones