am the beast in passionate pain

I am the grim being of the highlands

Of the other side...

I am winter when you freeze

I am the hammer and you are the anvil



Forever in warfare my heart is

With my passion of despair

Still though I was there when the hills were born

And when the wind blew for the first time

So there are reasons for my existence



Seems like I dwell in a circle

Somewhere in the Nordic Hemisphere



Where the howling winds rage

And the mountains are majestetic

I can breathe and where there is

Human flesh I feel strangled



Open the gate to immortality

I stand proud awaiting the glory

Of a new morning...darkness