Standing by ringwalls of stone. Deepest dungeons. Passing irongates. Nor the golden send dreams. Under towers that. Once stormed in sight. That never storm.
March of the black. Dungeoned ones. Beyond the dim. They shape. . March of the black. Dungeoned ones. Beyond the dim. They lurk. . March of the black.
Eyeless in eternal time. For I have worm the moon shine. Burn away daylight glimmer. With my nocturnal senses. . Winds have come for me. Winds have come to me.
Eyeless in eternal time. For I have worm the moon shine. Burn away daylight glimmer. With my nocturnal senses. . Winds have come for me. Winds have come to me.
A black sunset rises under the funeral sky. The freezing waters below as mirrors made of funeral mist. The blasting sky above and the fullmoon is on the rise..
Under a blood-red moon in the cold waters of Thule. Where winter shadows lies untouched. Where I dwell at the mountains of madness. In these shadows of death I march.
In time when. Dragons sprang out from the earth. I was at one with a blackening moonlit. And from a borg to the open sky. I saw an raven circle. . Born out of thorns to the surface world.
Wintriness lurk within enlocked realms. Strenght beheld our demon throne. Supernal journeys from the shrine. Beyond the spirit side. . Yearning in beast worlds tide.
Far above the ravengate. The spreaded wings of Blashyrkh waits. Above the roaring depths. Sits the oath of frost. On the elder raventhrone. Older mountains sleeping in my sight.
Out in the black night. In the cold Northern breeze. Under the red skies. Surrounded by blasphemous winds. Midnight passing and the moon is fulfilled.
Out in the black night. In the cold Northern breeze. Under the red skies. Surrounded by blasphemous winds. Midnight passing and the moon is fulfilled.
On many ships we have sailed. Far beyond the north waves. On the high northern seas. We have found our way. The shadowing voices of our gods. Singing on the calling winds....
Come forth demonized. Under the banner of. Blashyrkh we ride. In the battlesky. We lie estranged. Kings of the ravenrealm. We trample bejeweled. Thrones of the earth.
Smell the battle with the wind. Before you see us. Winterhorde of fury ride. The wind will lead us. Banner high onword ride. Domestic purebred. On the everlifted north sky.
Endless tall mountain sides. Gates to open wide. Lands of dragon birth. Sorrow always rain. . On a frosty path to sorrow. Guarded by unearthly beasts.
In an hour of the night. I hear summoning voices. And wake from my funeral sleep.. . In time before light. In crypts of eternal deep. . Dust from my grave.
Greatest Blashyrkh wait for me your deepest realms I'll find. With songs that sound eternally for you my call is ever so strong.... Winterlandscapes pure and clear a walk into the glacial valleys.
Through the storm of storm the Aurora lights. In her swirling skies a wrathlike ice. Born to ride the cold, winds of the North. Cometh to freeze the grounds.
Gaping in the horizon. An entire continent cloached on ice move. With giant icesheets constantly on the move. Seas of this continent so cold and invincible.
Immortal. Miscellaneous. Against The Tide. The arctic views. Its distant vast. And the shifting breeze. That blows my horizon. Where stormclouds mass.