Taarma - Beneath the Winter Moon

My skin so old, my innerself so cold
its our time of the year
landscapes withered and jaded
the frost scaring the scin with
white freezing death
beneath the winter moon we will dwell
pain and torture my only friends
tears of a gleaming crystal...
running down my dead face
the snow is painted in red...
of winters anger
visions of sorrow and desolation
i have witnessed
in the doom of eastern winters
my thoughts are frozen
i have become numb to life
only my black hate reflects upon cursed memories of light
my final breath of life
wolves weep beneath the winter moon
storms gather, the winds are screaming
beneat the winter moon
my dead body lays onto the cold ground
when i fade away... beneath the winter moon