: [Abbath / Demonaz] Black fire burns the horizon Ravens fly high in the sky A breeze lifts the fog from the ice As the winter predicts our fall The
all The curse is a force that we onward Freezing and breathing at us No far from the forest abounded The ravens warn us and call, call Norden on fire
[Abbath / Demonaz] Black fire burns the horizon Ravens fly high in the sky A breeze lifts the fog from the ice As the winter predicts our fall The last
