Black Winds Lyrics - The Forest Is My Throne - Satyricon

Summon thy hidden wisdom, gather the unholy hate 

Winter is at hand, Frozen my tears will be 

Created by blasphemy 

The edge of my sword, The powers of my mind 

Winter is at hand, As two torches blaze in the dark 

A warrior dressed in black, Granted eternal life 

Black winds blow my hair, As the voice of the night 

Whispers my name 

Blackened ground, Misty sound 

Hear the call for war, The master calling his 

Warriors to explore by the sign of the horns 

As the dawn arises the souls of a thousand 

Young men shall go wild 

As the fire shines into the night they're sitting by 

The campfires awaiting the dawn 

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