[00:00.00] 作词 : Harald Naevdal
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Olve Eikemo
[00:00.00]The Call Of The Wintermoon -Immortal
[01:31.750]Buried beneath the mountains of frost
[01:33.500]Years of silent sorrow grim and dark
[01:36.550]My winterwings of evil sleep in eternal nights
[01:41.680]In deaths cold crypts of snow
[01:44.380]The moon chimed my return
[01:47.50]With blackstorms I came
[01:49.670]And not with the winds
[01:52.290]Northern darkness marches through the coldest night
[01:58.110]I can't resist the taste of these winds from the wintermoon
[02:00.790]I split my tongue for the taste these winds
[02:03.490]And bath my eyes in its grace
[02:05.790]Frost and winter return to my eyes
[02:08.280]The call of the wintermoon
[02:26.50]Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance
[02:28.470]In the grey mist of deaths horizon
[02:31.350]My winterwings of evil sleep
[02:36.970]In deaths cold crypts of snow
[02:39.840]Buried beneath the mountains of frost
[02:42.390]Years of silent grim and dark
[02:44.950]Into eternal nights
[02:46.820]Hearing the call of the wintermoon
[03:13.980]Northern darkness marches through the coldest night
[03:19.410]I can't resist the taste of these winds from the wintermoon
[03:24.910]I split my tongue for the taste these winds
[03:28.900]And bath my eyes in its grace
[03:30.900]Frost and winter return to my eyes
[03:38.900]The call of the wintermoon
[04:29.316]In the Northern tribe
[05:02.496]The moon chimed my return
[05:04.996]Hearing the call of the wintermoon

作词 : Harald Naevdal
作曲 : Olve Eikemo
The Call Of The Wintermoon -Immortal
Buried beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent sorrow grim and dark
My winterwings of evil sleep in eternal nights
In deaths cold crypts of snow
The moon chimed my return
With blackstorms I came
And not with the winds
Northern darkness marches through the coldest night
I can't resist the taste of these winds from the wintermoon
I split my tongue for the taste these winds
And bath my eyes in its grace
Frost and winter return to my eyes
The call of the wintermoon
Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance
In the grey mist of deaths horizon
My winterwings of evil sleep
In deaths cold crypts of snow
Buried beneath the mountains of frost
Years of silent grim and dark
Into eternal nights
Hearing the call of the wintermoon
Northern darkness marches through the coldest night
I can't resist the taste of these winds from the wintermoon
I split my tongue for the taste these winds
And bath my eyes in its grace
Frost and winter return to my eyes
The call of the wintermoon
In the Northern tribe
The moon chimed my return
Hearing the call of the wintermoon