Satyricon - Black Winds Lyrics
Summon thy hidden wisdom, gather the unholy hateWinter is at hand, frozen my tears will beCreated by blasphemyThe edge of my sword, the powers of my mindWinter is at hand, as two torches blaze in the darkA warrior dressed in black, granted eternal lifeBlack winds blow my hair, as the voice of the nightWhispers my nameBlackened ground, misty soundHear the call for war, the master calling hisWarriors to explore by the sign of the hornsAs the dawn arises the souls of a thousandYoung men shall go wildAs the fire shines into the night they're sitting byThe campfires awaiting the dawn