Im riding through night so cold
Im searching for thy christian soul
Forest filled of haze looking eyes of mallice
Hymn of glories trees
Hera my disharmonious voice
Im searching for thy christian soul
Forest filled of haze looking eyes of mallice
Hymn of glories trees
Hera my disharmonious voice
Oak with frost surrounds thy spirits
Knight so dark approach your flesh so rotten
The sky is filled of solemn darkness
Wailing cry is heard
By the devil she's defiled
She's no longer pure no longer innocent
Her soul belongs to me now
Her filthy face is guarded by the eyes if crystals carves
We're flying over valley of the hoarfrost
Our home our land
In a place were the sun never shines
And were the blizzard never ends we are the kings
Encontrou algum erro na letra? Por favor envie uma correção clicando aqui!