At the highest point I stood,

awaiting winters disciples

By the time of the fullmoon

I met the wind



Like a coat it swep over me,

the northern wind

It took me where no man had been,

to the lands of christian sin



Over icy lands we rode

I saw the seeds we had sown

Through bloodred skies we marched

Leaving our mark



I truly rode the infernal forces,

now one of them was mine

One of four secured

the rest I'll rule in time



A travel in ancient times,

I rode the icewinds