Splendour Of The Barbaric Winter
Entering from the gate below
Frozen they stand in pure snow
These mountains of old I know
On the tops I linger and stars seem low
Piercing blasts from the north, under stormy skies
On the altar of pagan gods, I spill the blood
Kingdoms of snow
Barbaric winter's dominion
Immoral realms of frost
Father
My sorrowful cries
For you I sacrifice
Piercing blasts from the north, under stormy skies
On the altar of pagan gods, I spill the blood
