| Song | Cryptic Winterstorms |
| Artist | Immortal |
| Album | Diabolical Fullmoon Mysticism |
| 作曲 : Abbath, Demonaz | |
| 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 on the rise. | |
| Fullmoon is on the rise | |
| My hear blows in the winds of reap | |
| Still I float with the cold diabolical massacre winds | |
| On the bestial wings of evil | |
| Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms | |
| I long for eternal frost and black winters | |
| Asleep in the cold lakes | |
| Awake in the stars in the sky | |
| And silent the valleys in the | |
| NorthWhere | |
| I once were a proud warrior | |
| Where I belong | |
| Where I bath my soul in doom fire fog | |
| Where I ride deaths cold winds | |
| In the battles in the | |
| NorthAs Norse warriors | |
| I rodeThe dark valleys | |
| With longsword in hand | |
| Sworn to throne the dark lands | |
| To return to my masters in the blue mist of the dying sunset | |
| Black sunset dies under the funeral sky | |
| My hair blows into winds of reap | |
| Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds | |
| On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil | |
| Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms | |
| Forever |
| zuò qǔ : Abbath, Demonaz | |
| 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 on the rise. | |
| Fullmoon is on the rise | |
| My hear blows in the winds of reap | |
| Still I float with the cold diabolical massacre winds | |
| On the bestial wings of evil | |
| Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms | |
| I long for eternal frost and black winters | |
| Asleep in the cold lakes | |
| Awake in the stars in the sky | |
| And silent the valleys in the | |
| NorthWhere | |
| I once were a proud warrior | |
| Where I belong | |
| Where I bath my soul in doom fire fog | |
| Where I ride deaths cold winds | |
| In the battles in the | |
| NorthAs Norse warriors | |
| I rodeThe dark valleys | |
| With longsword in hand | |
| Sworn to throne the dark lands | |
| To return to my masters in the blue mist of the dying sunset | |
| Black sunset dies under the funeral sky | |
| My hair blows into winds of reap | |
| Still I float with the cold diabolical massacrewinds | |
| On the overshadowed bestial wings of evil | |
| Above the mountain side and into cryptic winterstorms | |
| Forever |