cold winds of funeral dust

under a blood red moon in the cold lakes of thule

where wintershadows lies untouched

where i dwell at the mountains of madness

in these shadows of death i march

in 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 are heard

chiming through the dark northern valleys

eternity i pass

eternity i seek

for the darkness my spirit

for satan my black soul

under a blood red moon in the cold lakes of another world

where wintershadows lies untouched

where i dwell at the mountains of madness

entering with the cold winds of funeral dust