Subterranean

A subterranean and hidden placeDeep in the dark realmWhere no man has gone beforeCircling above the bloodthroneFrom hellI return from the graveUnder the moonlit skyDark and endless winters...In the coldest mist so darkMy blood freezes to iceThe stench of death is all aroundUnder the endless night skyFrom hellI return from the graveThe blood is so coldBurned is my soul...But why should you fearThis path leads the way...Subterranean - Spirits of the winter nightSubterranean - In the black depth I want to riseIn the coldest mist so darkI bear the devil's mark...Subterranean - Spirits of the winter nightSubterranean - In the black depth I want to riseWithin this nightrealmBlack winds embrace meCursed I reignMy words they mock theeFrom hellI return from the graveThe blood is so coldBurned is my soul...As diabolical and fearful placeHigh up in the northWhere death reigns forever moreThere I'm seated on my blackthroneFrom hellI return from the graveThe blood is so coldTortured is my soul...Subterranean - Son of the winternightSubterranean - In the black depth I wait to riseSubterranean - In the coldest mist so darkSubterranean - I who bear the devil's mark