اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Winds of frost strike my eyes, walking the wintry shadows
I walk along the endless woodland seeking eternal life
Rendering blasphemous cult to the dark fullmoon
Encircled by the mist of the deep nature
Under the tempestuous black flame, holocaustic storm of darkness
Drained in an eternal dream that reflects endless darkness from my soul
