Icy winds blowing through the graves Hiding the exiled souls Shining stars on the nightsky Brumal chants are sounding In this realm of coldness and ice Even rivers are frozen Colourful ambit turns into grey And snow is staining the landscapes An ancient flame blazes Blizzard storms raging Moaning voices are whispering These cold landscapes so dismal No sign of Life appears in the silent night In this Kingdom of grief and despair In these coldest nights And these bitter winters Even strong hearts are beating Spirits of iron will This old northern cold We proudly ride out Only the strong survive With germanic roots Once again it's blazing The mighty spell of snow and ice Enlightening the nightsky Reflected by the glassy lakes