Moonrise fields of sorrow

Our mighty fathers fell

Mountains watches memories

From a darkshining past



Layed in frost

Below a bleak sun

Under icicled paths

Mighty were the

Fathers of norsemen

And in us they shall return



Shine for me

Fields of sorrow

Shine for me dread moon

And make me

Neverending snowfall



Moonrise fields of sorrow [repeat]



Layed in frost

Below a bleak sun

Under icicled paths

Mighty were the

Fathers of norsemen

And in us they shall return