Текст (слова) песни: Immortal - The Call Of The Wintermoon
Buried beneath the mountains of frost Years of silent sorrow dream and dark My winterwings of evil sleeps in eternal nights In deaths cold crypts of snow The moon chimed my return With the blackstorms I came And not with the winds The Northern darkness marches through the coldest night I can`t resist the taste of these winds And bath my eyes in its grace Frost and winter return to my eyes The call of the wintermoon Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance In the grey 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.
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