The Wretched End - Tyrant Of The Mountain lyrics

In the dead of winter By the whispers of bitter cold A deadlike tree broken Barren and bloody old Ice capped towering mountain Pine crested freezing lake Pale shadows in eerie silence Night time predominates The ice fog solstice Desolate Winter Desolate night Bitter cold On this blood red iron mountain I walk Like a procession to the grave Grey clouds of self decay Alone in thought What the f** is up? Desolate winter Desolate night Bloody old (x2) Bitter cold (x2) Desolate winter Desolate night Broken... Yet strong!