Paroles de The Wintermoon
So cold, so gloomy, northern landIn the depth of virgin forest
He is asleep with disgrace
He summons me by hatred heart
I ponder on the sea of chaos
And decide in solitude
My journey will be so hard
The wintermoon's looking after me
My journey will be so hard
The wintermoon's looking after me
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