Cold Pain Hate Clamour
Snow Cutting Mountains Distance
Gray Loneliness Winter Intensity
Golden Balls Turns Into hymns
Monarch from the highest mountain
Play the bells
Between the eternal glaciers
In the hierarch of the night's solitudes
In the mansion that levitate in the gray sky
In the millennium nocturnal approximation
Golden bells from the eternal cold
blow the wings that comes from faraway
Let the souls more close
To the arrival of the great portal
The moon claims the nights will be eternal
Resisting by the lunar wings
The nocturnay for wounded my eyes
Levitation with the bells Golden Bells from the Eternal Cold