of these winds And bath my eyes in it's grace Frost and winters returns to my eyes The call of the wintermoon Nocturnal clouds blows freely in the distance
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
taste of these winds And bath my eyes in it's grace Frost and winters returns to my eyes The call of the wintermoon Nocturnal clouds blows freely in
Übersetzung: Unsterblich. Der Ruf der Wintermoon.
Übersetzung: Unsterblich. Call Of The Wintermoon.