The gloomy winter up north has just begun, since the eternity of the frozen ones
Underneath the north side a frosty night, filled with creatures the demon owned
They will fly to the northern winds of the upper skies
You will cry until your tears become a frozen ice
Freeze in the unlimited oceans of the snow
Born to be tortured by the raven's might
Crows never crawl they are always high, and darker then the ebony night
Freezing light shines from the sky thunder ice
Fly and be as always so high,
With rage and hate that rising in the heart
And wings are as sharp as a silver blade
Fly and be as always so high,
With rage and hate that rising in the heart
You cried until your tears became a stony ice
And wings are as sharp as a silver blade