There's no grace
Where forests whisper and wolves migrates
Where the storm prevails and
Wind shriek like a death

Dream of pure blood
From living spirit... human
Whose still are virginial
So ingronant of their fate

From the place
Where the fullmoon rise
There's lonely souls seeking their own peace

From beyond the grave
They call us [bad word] And connect together
With force of demon
New dimension of frozen land

There's no turning back now
We sell our souls
And we ge the throne of night
Together [bad word] the night forever

Stormwind freeze our hearts
Freeze [bad word] them to pieces
Darkness invade us
To connect with black moon