作曲 : Occulta, Occulta
delight of the moon is burning insidespiritless 
I lay on cryptic stonesmesmerising snow wait silent above meand my yearn for frost grow strongly.
I am demona demon with a shadowed faceentering to my wintercoffinawaiting to see the dawnless realmsstaring into a ground of glassa perfect view 
I could failed into my eyesthe unsilent storms in the north abyss.