, 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
Shadows of whisper rising... Open the stormwings over the night when the dusk of the thorns, in the sky the clouds are burning when the moonlit shines
I am a night in to the darkness, only soul lost with me, I walk throught the night in to the forest and everything stays behind me, i`m waiting for another
I throw away my life and try to touch the darkness I watch the burning clouds and the night falls inside me I breath the storms of winter and watch the
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...
Blaze of the night, flash of lightning falls into shadows deep inside me winds of winter, northern lights summons the evil, dark as night. Empyrean
Hear the whisper of north land frozen, soulless spirit sleeps heathen people in the winter prays mark of gathering. Autumn winds be gone will-o-the
Kylma ja pimea yo, linnut lentaneet ovat pois, unohduksien ilta peittaa mieleni, synkat varjot kasvoillani, yksinaisen ihmisen, naen nauravan...pimea
wind lifted the dust in clouds in the desert, in the dry, sun sits so high. In a clear shade of dark of the trees in down below the wind rising from north
