Northern Winter

I feel the darkness

And your frozen breath

Just like the cold grip

Of our brother Death

I am still protected

By the shiny moon

Because the daylight

Is not going to come soon

Tired of that useless living

Until my time has come

Searching for the oldest wisdom

And the way will always lead to the

Northern Winter

Oh Scandinavia

The eastwind in my face

Far from Sibiria

To follow the last trace

From the coast of Denmark

Right to the endless ice

Guided by the eveningstar

Who's never teling lies

Searching for the oldest wisdom

And the way will always lead to the

Northern Winter

I feel your frozen breath

Protected by the moonlight