Tyrant Of The Mountain - The Wretched End

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 fuck is up?

Desolate winter

Desolate night

Bloody old (x2)

Bitter cold (x2)

Desolate winter

Desolate night

Broken… Yet strong!