A Winter Cold کے بول

A new dimension opens All depressions conquered We will fly, the storms are ended again You must raise the banner of blasphemy The evil returns All liars burn We will fly, the storms are ended again You must raise the banner of blasphemy When autumn arrives The air cools down The sun and the fog Embrace our mountains The time comes to let The winter in and rest again Short days Long nights – a small kind of winter sleep Trist light Black mind Winter is raging Winter is calling We will fly, the storms are ended again You must raise the banner of blasphemy Winter is raging Winter is calling