Woorden:
Immortal The Call Of The Wintermoon

and winter return to my eyes The call of the wintermoon In the Northern tribe The moon chimed my return Hearing the call of the wintermoon

Vertaling: Onsterfelijk. De oproep van de Wintermoon.

of these winds And bath my eyes in it's grace Frost and winters returns to my eyes The call of the wintermoon Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance