| Moving through fields | |
| away from the great sea | |
| up to the barren and cold | |
| The wind gathers might | |
| as the last trees passes out of sight | |
| I plunge into the blight | |
| Frozen landscape | |
| see me, feel me | |
| Awe strikes where even the air bites | |
| and ice ceaselessly survives | |
| Blue shades on white | |
| announcing the rite taking place here tonight | |
| Fading to black then explode in attack | |
| hits the blazing northern lights | |
| Spellbound I fight | |
| the chaos, the colors painted in flight | |
| And I watch and I sink in the snow but in spite | |
| of this call from the other side I rise | |
| My mind at ease | |
| war harvest peace | |
| Blood, fire | |
| death cannot freeze | |
| My father's gods | |
| grant wisdom and odds | |
| this is their gift through the bond | |
| A spearhead, a zeal | |
| I know what is real | |
| to no one, nowhere I kneel | |
| Frozen landscape | |
| touch me, heal me | |
| Awe strikes where even the air bites | |
| and ice ceaselessly survives |