Cryptic Wintermoon Grave Without A Name
As crimson colours the sky – where ravens fly
Staring to the sky above – the incoming darkness
And lonely we die
No one who prays for us – no one who cries
We die – to the place where our dead brothers lie
And now the cold grips my heart
I can see them coming
A heart of ice – and the eyes like winter
Not afraid of the coming night – remember where darkness there is a light
A burning flame forever to remain
Just another grave in the cold without a name
Now darkness fills the sky – see the Valkyries fly
A last look to the sky above – we are warriors born to die
