Wintercall

Freezing winds blowing from the North,
the voice of Winter I can hear,
it rides the skies like a fatal moth.


Winterland
Dark realm of the icy giants


Packs of wolves ripping the air,
with his nocturnal howls,
rising at the dark of Winter.


Winterland
Icy realm of the dark harbingers


I hear the call of the winter lords,
the call of the winter scapes,
eternally white, in perpetual snows.


Winterland
Your call is ever so loud​