beyond the mountain tops there is only gray so i turn my back and i start to walk away beyond the chasm and on into the plains throughout this frozen tundra there is no change
i think i can feel my heart beating once again my veins are pumping blood
fight the face of the fight the face of nothern winds as change begins
backwards the boreal this is for real kill the history
i think i can feel my heart beating leave the nothern nothing