Halls Of Frozen North Lyrics - Catamenia

Growling in the night when the gromwell dies, hearing the whispering 

from the empty hall...diskies. 

Coming from graves, from the night, when the shadows of the winter rises from the 

north...wind of sin. 

Coming moonlit grimness when the dusk of child, nebulah winter rises from the sky...astral 

wind, astral winter, wind of lies, wind of sin.