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
Vertaling: Immortal. Die roep van die Wintermoon.
Vertaling: Immortal. Oproep van die Wintermoon.
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