The wind is blowing on these cold, cold grounds My boots are romping on these cold, cold lands
The blizzard whistling is the only sound Outside these wooden walls no soul can be found
The weather is shifting on these cold, cold grounds We'll keep on pushing past these cold, cold lands
Past the mud and the rain I will slowly stand Yet still a long way to go on the route we planned
Row Row home We row home Row home We Row home (Repeats underneath the next two lines)
The wind is blowing on these cold, cold grounds My boots are romping on these cold, cold lands
Once comes the morning we'll be mountain bound May the empire of winds keep us safe and sound
When the weather is shifting we'll keep on pushing Are you ready for the empire of winds The storms are overwhelming But we keep on climbing In order to be ready for the empire of windsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
