[Music: Abbath  -  Lyrics: Demonaz]



A black sunset rises under a funeral sky

The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist

The blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise



My hair blows in the winds of reap

Still I float with the cold diabolical massacre winds

On the bestial wings of evil

Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms



I long for eternal frost and black winters

AsIeep is the cold lakes awake in the stars in the sky

And silent the vaIIeys in the North

Where I once were a proud warrior

Where I belong where I bath my soul in doomfirefog

Where I ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the North



As a Norse warrior I rode the dark valleys

With longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands



And to return to my master in the blue mist of the dying sunset



A black sunset dies under the funeral sky

My hair blows in the winds of reap

Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds

On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil



Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever