Kalde Vinter Of Ruin

Through the snows of the Astal Fog Valley
Grayhaired Horizons
And the Distance won't tell a word
No sigh of sadness would ever sound here...
The ones enwinged to fly are aiming to...
The boards of DrakkarSoul have overrun the wailing Wind
Upon the pathways of the Thirsty Moon
To Ride the Way
Behind the doors of Soul
When his body is caressed by the flames
He would cut the silence of the Distance
With the Only Breath into the Roaring Mouths of Depths