Текст песни Hymn to Hinterland

In the twilight of the wintry moon They call to the spirits of the north A sad, desolate cry through night A prayer for their hungers end They are the children of oblivion Ungraced and eternal The symbol of the natural truth The purity of northland everlasting Across the desolate ices capes Their hordes roll on to glory Driven by ancient blood lust Their quest to feed unending Scent of bloodstained tundra Cascades over barren land Woods have long since ended Yet their hunt knows no end In the shadows of the moonlight They bay their call For a return to the past Their Hymn to Hinterland Hinterland Eternal