Satyricon - Black Winds lyrics
[Satyricon - Black Winds lyrics]
Summon thy hidden wisdom
Gather the unholy hate
Winter is at hand, Frozen my tears will be
Created by blasphemy
The edge of my sword, The powers of my mind
Winter is at hand
As two torches blaze in the dark
A warrior dressed in black
Granted eternal life
Black winds blow my hair
As the voice of the night whispers my name
Blackened ground, Misty sound
Hear the call for war, The master calling his
Warriors to explore by the sign of the horns
As the dawn arises the souls of a thousand
Young men shall go wild
As the fire shines into the
Night they're sitting by
The campfires awaiting the dawn
Gather the unholy hate
Winter is at hand, Frozen my tears will be
Created by blasphemy
The edge of my sword, The powers of my mind
Winter is at hand
As two torches blaze in the dark
A warrior dressed in black
Granted eternal life
Black winds blow my hair
As the voice of the night whispers my name
Blackened ground, Misty sound
Hear the call for war, The master calling his
Warriors to explore by the sign of the horns
As the dawn arises the souls of a thousand
Young men shall go wild
As the fire shines into the
Night they're sitting by
The campfires awaiting the dawn