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  • 作曲 : Abbath, Demonaz
    A 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 is on the rise
    My hear blows in the winds of reap
    Still I float with the cold diabolical massacre winds
    On the bestial wings of evil
    Above the mountain side 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
    NorthWhere
    I once were a proud warrior
    Where I belong
    Where I bath my soul in doom fire fog
    Where I ride deaths cold winds
    In the battles in the
    NorthAs Norse warriors
    I rodeThe dark valleys
    With longsword 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 into winds of reap
    Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
    On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
    Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms
    Forever
  • 作曲 : Abbath, Demonaz
    A 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 is on the rise
    My hear blows in the winds of reap
    Still I float with the cold diabolical massacre winds
    On the bestial wings of evil
    Above the mountain side 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
    NorthWhere
    I once were a proud warrior
    Where I belong
    Where I bath my soul in doom fire fog
    Where I ride deaths cold winds
    In the battles in the
    NorthAs Norse warriors
    I rodeThe dark valleys
    With longsword 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 into winds of reap
    Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
    On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
    Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms
    Forever