Текст песни The Call Of The Wintermoon (Immortal) с переводом

Buried beneath the mountains of frost

Years of silent sorrow grim and dark

My winterwings of evil sleep in eternal nights

In deaths cold crypts of snow

The moon chaimed my return

With the blackstorms I came

And not with the wings

The Northern darkness marches through the coldest night

I can’t resist the taste from the winds of the moon

I split my tongue for the taste of these winds

And bath my eyes in it’s grace

Frost and winters returns to my eyes

The call of the wintermoon

Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance

In the gray mist of deaths horizon

My winterwings of evil sleeps

In deaths cold crypts of snow

Buried beneath the mountains of frost

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