A subterranean and hidden place

Deep in the dark realm

Where no man has gone before

Circling above the bloodthrone

From hell

I return from the grave

Under the moonlit sky

Dark and endless winters...

In the coldest mist so dark

My blood freezes to ice

The stench of death is all around

Under the endless night sky

From hell

I return from the grave

The blood is so cold

Burned is my soul...

But why should you fear

This path leads the way...

Subterranean - Spirits of the winter night

Subterranean - In the black depth I want to rise

In the coldest mist so dark

I bear the devil's mark...

Subterranean - Spirits of the winter night

Subterranean - In the black depth I want to rise

Within this nightrealm

Black winds embrace me

Cursed I reign

My words they mock thee

From hell

I return from the grave

The blood is so cold

Burned is my soul...

As diabolical and fearful place

High up in the north

Where death reigns forever more

There I'm seated on my blackthrone

From hell

I return from the grave

The blood is so cold

Tortured is my soul...

Subterranean - Son of the winternight

Subterranean - In the black depth I wait to rise

Subterranean - In the coldest mist so dark

Subterranean - I who bear the devil's mark