Winterheart

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.

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.

from the bottom of my winterheart.

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 what 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 winterheart.

from the bottom of my winterheart.

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.

from the bottom of my winterheart.