Lirieke:
Frost Doom Funeral

heart I never had Fill me with the dust Of a time long gone In a place of shadow A year has passed since the funeral The funeral of doom The air is

A black sunset rises Under the funeral sky The freezing waters below As mirrors made of funeral mist But the blasting sky above And the fullmoon is

closer, as the funeral path ends at my crypt... Stars before my eyes... The cold light of carpathia guides me through the land, the veils of doom chaime