Songtext von The Blackening Of The Arctic

The northern lands, summer is short, winter is long Harsh brutal cold, life is a battle against the earth Against the ice, the darkness The snow and ice, the bitter winds, the bare rocks None will live, blanket of death, sever the ground Lands lay fallow, bodies pile high A night on the edge, frigid winds Sweeping across the bitter cold sea Land lay beneath a covering of snow, exhale icicles From your soul, breath is frozen Exits the mouth, winds pound flesh, night draws close.