Cold Winds of Funeral Dust

Under a blood-red moon in the cold lakes of Thule

Winter shadows lies untouched

Where I dwell at the mountains of madness

In these shadows of death I march

In the blue mist of evilThrough the dark Northern valleys

Where only winds of funeral breathe

Hovering through the whispering darkness

With frost in my eyesOnly seven winds are heard

Chiming through the dark Northern valleysEternity I pass

Eternity I seekFor the darkness my spirit

For Satan my black soulUnder a blood-red moon in the cold lakes of another world

Winter shadows lies untouched

Where I dwell at the mountains of madness

Entering the cold winds of funeral dust.