(now flee...)
I flee...back to the time when man was true
i see...life as it was meant for me
On this trail i meet my ancestors
on this trail i find their wisdom
from the wall of frozen time i see my own reflection
Born...in the wrong century
torn...to a wrong reality
A winter chill - a frozen, dead reality
a blackened will - a strange, macabre certainty
Pagan roots!
heathen life!
...if life was...epic!
My heart belongs to the past
- i feel attraction for the night -
my mind to the ancient times
- i view this life like a lifeless rock
i want to be trapped under ice
within my peaceful glacial tomb
far from the epoch of trend
in the aeon of frost - in league with the north!
On this trail i meet my ancestors
on this trail i find their wisdom
from the wall of frozen time i see my own reflection
Born...in the wrong century
torn...to a wrong reality
Our northernmost hearts don't belong to this world...