Cold Winds Of Funeral Dust

Under a blood-red moon in the cold waters of Thule Where winter shadows 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 walleyes Where only winds of funeral breathes Hovering through the whispering darkness With frost in my eyes Only seven winds are heard Chiming through the dark Northern walleyes Eternity I pass eternity I seeked For the darkness my spirit For Satan my black soul Under a blood-red moon in the cold waters of another world Where winter shadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the mountains of madness Entering with the cold winds of funeral dust