Under a blood-red moon in the cold waters of ThuleWhere winter shadows lies untouchedWhere I dwell at the mountains of madnessIn these shadows of death I marchIn the blue mist of evilThrough the dark Northern walleyesWhere only winds of funeral breathesHovering through the whispering darknessWith frost in my eyesOnly seven winds are heardChiming through the dark Northern walleyesEternity I pass eternity I seekedFor the darkness my spiritFor Satan my black soulUnder a blood-red moon in the cold waters of another worldWhere winter shadows lies untouchedWhere I dwell at the mountains of madnessEntering with the cold winds of funeral dust.

 

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