I have come with the winter sun - in my eyes from the land of fire and snow - blood will rise far beyond the hills guided by the will of the one and what I've become is the archon of my tribe So I'm marching on where no one has gone ever before me now So I will lead the way
Oh, hear it in the oaken trees Oh, feel it from the ground beneath See what no one's eye can see from the bottom of my winterheart
Say farewell to well-known shores - sword at hand I set sail into the unknown - till my end out and on my own destiny has shown what it has in mind for me now and that I will prevail somehow
Plunge into the waves as I clench my blade I remember that my success is the reason for your faith in me
Oh, hear it in the oaken trees Oh, feel it from the ground beneath See what no one's eye can see from the bottom of my winterheartTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
