Gathering the horde on a mountain side Awaiting the mourning bestial sunrise Diabolic winds of hate breathe In the chasm of the realms In clouds above
my pagan ancestors call my name through the white waterfalls of norway from the dark and misty forests from the mighty snowfilled mountains through the
Came down from the North You know the way they do Got a cheeky smile Sexy Northerner Hanging round the clubs Gets in them for free Don't know how he
hör mal hast du das gehört so gehört sich das duendlich mal wieder echte bordmusik zu schöngeht einem direkt ins mark hat mir all
[J. Nordavind '92] The night is cold and brilliantly clear. Peak after peak of glorius ice mountains rose into the dome of the darkened skies. Jagged
what love can do So try to live at your best and ride from the sun to the moon WE ARE THE KINGS OF THE NORDIC TWILIGHT WE ARE THE LORDS OF ICE AND SNOW
to the sun I could survive in your proud heart 'cause you are now one of us! We are the kings of the nordic twilight We are the lords of ice and snow
The sky became darker when the news there came His cruel father was coming too fast Leaving behind him cancer and sorrow So satisfying his thirst for
Mighty Lord of the winter snow Show me how to reach my goal I need you my North, I'm the one for all Magic rides to my tired eyes Dying sun for your
While the shadows rise and the ravens fly To the silent wood of Kherd you come now Memories, ride the silent dream While the horizons fade to brown of
To the wind I will sing the tale of the king That reigned in peace and love Of the one of the man who crossed the path Of the ancient forest of elves
Son of twilight lord of shadows caress of the moonlight Chasing wisdom over darkness he soon found his way He beheld the tyrant father hated lord of Kalgor
Welcome to shadow world far under northern skies Mountains and raging seas, valleys and icy winds Inter futmina et in tenebris Mihi horror membra percipit
Gloria in caelo et terra Gloria perpetua Domine, domine, caelorum rege Domine, domine, caelorum rege Gloria, gloria
Fury of tyrant and the power of Loth The fist of the fighter, the last holy words The face of the bastard, the pain in his eyes Try to guess now, guess
Nordstjarnan vandrar min dunkelblaa vy Naturen slar pa sin harpas strangar Trollelden skar genom bergluft och sky Upplyser talhed och spirande angar
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