Lyrics
A black sunset rises under the funeral sky
A dark and ominous sunset appears beneath a sky associated with funerals.
The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist
The frigid waters below resemble mirrors covered in mist connected to funeral rituals.
The blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise.
The sky is filled with explosive energy, and the full moon is ascending.
My hear blows in the winds of reap
The speaker's heart is moved by the winds of harvest or death.
Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
Despite the chilling and demonic winds of massacre, the speaker remains afloat.
On the bestial wings of evil
Traveling on evil and savage wings.
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms
Soaring above the mountainside and entering mysterious winter storms.
I long for eternal frost and black winters
The speaker yearns for perpetual cold and dark winters.
Asleep in the cold lakes awake in the stars in the sky
In a state of slumber in icy lakes, awakening amidst stars in the sky.
And silent the walleyes in the North
Silence prevails in the northern valleys.
Where I once were a proud warrior
Reflecting on a past when the speaker was a proud warrior.
Where I belong where I bath my soul in doom fire fog
A place of belonging where the speaker immerses their soul in the ominous combination of fire and fog.
Where I ride deaths cold winds in the battles in the North
Riding the chilling winds of death in battles in the North.
As a Norse warrior I rode the dark walleyes
Identifying as a Norse warrior, traversing dark valleys.
With longsword in hand sworned to throne dark lands
Wielding a longsword, devoted to ruling over dark lands.
And to return to my master in the blue mist of the dying sunset
Committing to return to a master in the blue mist of a dying sunset.
A black sunset dies under the funeral sky
A dark sunset concludes beneath the funeral sky.
My hair blows into winds of reap
The speaker's hair is moved by the winds of harvest or death once more.
Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds
Continuing to float amidst the cold and diabolical winds of massacre.
On. the overshadowed bestial wings of evil
On overshadowed and savage wings of evil.
Above the mountainside and into cryptic winterstorms forever.
Ascending above the mountainside and entering eternal mysterious winter storms.
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