Cold
Pain
Hate
Clamour
Snow
Cutting
Mountains
Distance
Gray
Loneliness
Winter
Intensity
Golden
Balls
Turns
Into hymns
Monarch from the highest mountain
Play the bells
Between the eternal glaciers
In the hierarch of the nights solitudes
In the mansion that levitate in the gray sky
In the millennium nocturnal approximation
Golden bells from the eternal cold
blow the wings that comes from faraway
Let the souls more close
To the arrival of the great portal
The moon claims the nights will be eternal
Resisting by the lunar wings
The nocturnay for wounded my eyes
Levitation with the bells
Golden Bells from the Eternal Cold