When the last nights of golden darkness flare in the freezing air
I hear the winds blowing through the great halls of grim ancient seasons
Storming blizzards rites of Misrulli grim nights.
Winter king rides over hills of the frozen shadows.
Ancient freezing nights in his silver grim eyes.
Ancient seasons of Misrulli frost in my vasteland.
Roaring demons of old coldest times wake the
For they trumpet in the silver horns of the froststorms.
Ancient season of Misrulli frost …
Ancient season of Misrulli frost …
Great ancient frost Master
Storms by the nights of my misanthropic thoughts.
