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...