It was there
I could here the angels cry
and walk among the shine
from the coldest moon

Set fire
to the weakest souls
and share my silent words
with the darkest night

And we
now we travelled
through the devils path
and opend the gate
as the past stands by

And they
how they fell
through eternal hate
and wervled the realm
as the past stands by

It was there
the nature fullfilled
to set my mind at ease
and feal thy winds

And as we
faced leaper men from far
they were souronded
as we stand as we laugh
As the count of the north
and the equal soul of south
set mark in the cold winterground
As the past stands by