9 acessos
Buried in this cold ice. And now it's time to rise.
Awake from this deep dream. I'm off towards
the wind, to the Viking Land. There is memories
deep in me. For you souls start to bleed.
Snowfall is slowly coming down.
Cold air is reaching for me now. Northern lights
please guide my way home, where i could be safe
and warm once again.
Hold your torches high, forgotten road to find