In search for a mental homeland Far beyond their comprehension As the first snow falls I will leave again to dwell in the dark The vision appears on the glacial surface In the grim kingdom are built The palaces of ice among the stone giants A call beyond thy free will All the land shall be the winter field With the faces white and souls black Then I`ll defend my stronghold of aryan heart Deep in the woods I`m in equilibrium At last in the sphere where the filth won`t reach me Year by year I build there my tower Of mystic visions and thundering hatred I cast the wrath unto horizon Embraces by mist, covered with snow A vastland descendant, desolate wanderer And as the land becomes the winter field Due to one word of the might The feeble cries, a last sigh is made Through they die as it beckons I entrench myself within the walls To fare, then to reign And share the sceptre with the forest The one who outlast the seizure That came from the pit boiling dirt A single banner reaises high above Of annually recurred attempt The frost recedes the questions To manage to glance Upon the wintry landscape below There kies my kingdom...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
