White Death کے بول

The winter comes to me Carrying this song of death On the wings of malevolous winds. The majestic darkness Shakes my reason and Creates a powerful magic Through the strange highways. Into the pit I hear the sad voices from the sea, They make me get lost again and again My dreams become death. Is the long cold winter. The black bird came back. My dreams become death. Is the long cold winter. The black bird came back again! Walking in the shadows, I feel my fragile soul Haunted by the beast. My dreams become death. Is the long cold winter. The black bird came back. My dreams become death. Is the long cold winter. The black bird came back.