Cryptic Winterstorms Lyrics

Song	Cryptic Winterstorms
Artist	Immortal
Album	Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism
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	作曲 : Abbath, Demonaz
	A black sunset rises
	Under the funeral sky
	The freezing waters below
	As mirrors made of funeral mist
	But the blasting sky above
	And the fullmoon is on the rise.
	Fullmoon is on the rise
	My hear blows in the winds of reap
	Still I float with the cold diabolical massacre winds
	On the bestial wings of evil
	Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms
	I long for eternal frost and black winters
	Asleep in the cold lakes
	Awake in the stars in the sky
	And silent the valleys in the
	NorthWhere
	I once were a proud warrior
	Where I belong
	Where I bath my soul in doom fire fog
	Where I ride deaths cold winds
	In the battles in the
	NorthAs Norse warriors
	I rodeThe dark valleys
	With longsword in hand
	Sworn to throne the dark lands
	To return to my masters in the blue mist of the dying sunset
	Black sunset dies under the funeral sky
	My hair blows into winds of reap
	Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
	On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
	Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms
	Forever

	zuo qu : Abbath, Demonaz
	A black sunset rises
	Under the funeral sky
	The freezing waters below
	As mirrors made of funeral mist
	But the blasting sky above
	And the fullmoon is on the rise.
	Fullmoon is on the rise
	My hear blows in the winds of reap
	Still I float with the cold diabolical massacre winds
	On the bestial wings of evil
	Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms
	I long for eternal frost and black winters
	Asleep in the cold lakes
	Awake in the stars in the sky
	And silent the valleys in the
	NorthWhere
	I once were a proud warrior
	Where I belong
	Where I bath my soul in doom fire fog
	Where I ride deaths cold winds
	In the battles in the
	NorthAs Norse warriors
	I rodeThe dark valleys
	With longsword in hand
	Sworn to throne the dark lands
	To return to my masters in the blue mist of the dying sunset
	Black sunset dies under the funeral sky
	My hair blows into winds of reap
	Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
	On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
	Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms
	Forever

	zuò qǔ : Abbath, Demonaz
	A black sunset rises
	Under the funeral sky
	The freezing waters below
	As mirrors made of funeral mist
	But the blasting sky above
	And the fullmoon is on the rise.
	Fullmoon is on the rise
	My hear blows in the winds of reap
	Still I float with the cold diabolical massacre winds
	On the bestial wings of evil
	Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms
	I long for eternal frost and black winters
	Asleep in the cold lakes
	Awake in the stars in the sky
	And silent the valleys in the
	NorthWhere
	I once were a proud warrior
	Where I belong
	Where I bath my soul in doom fire fog
	Where I ride deaths cold winds
	In the battles in the
	NorthAs Norse warriors
	I rodeThe dark valleys
	With longsword in hand
	Sworn to throne the dark lands
	To return to my masters in the blue mist of the dying sunset
	Black sunset dies under the funeral sky
	My hair blows into winds of reap
	Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
	On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
	Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms
	Forever

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