Woorden:
Funeral Winds

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

evil Through the dark Northern valleys Where only winds of funeral breathes Hovering through the whispering darkness With frost in my eyes Only seven winds

Vertaling: Eeuwige Gray. The Funeral Winds.

Vertaling: Onsterfelijk. Koude wind van de begrafenis Dust.

Desecration of the temple of Jerusalem When our master moves in The image of the beast is placed Abomination of desolation... "And for the overspreading

Of the shadow lord Came forth two mighty wings Fashioned like a bat's, Agitating them... A majestic wind Made its way out from him All froze before those winds

From times of ancient glory We summon the spirit of our ancestors Breed of the darkest kind Raised by the fury of the ancient ones From those ancient

On this night of utterdark Jehova's choirs raise their hands an sing for me They can't hurt me Nor my total dedication to the utterdark On this night

Cold sharpened blade cuts my skin Pure blood flows under the full moon light My last sacrifice on earth... Carried by the winds of funeral The ravens