… and the white dragon blows icy snow in the middle of the northern land she doesn’t care what we need and what we need is love and hope
And I was born without wings and I saw dark sky so cold in the land of thousand lakes in the land of winter dreams
In the winter dreams in blood and ice
And our fathers build this land they fight with fear they fight with soul and sacrifice
Ancient sacrifice
They build our future with spirit of ice and snow with spirit of fear and soul with spirit of sacrifice
Oh my winter dreams oh my dark dreams oh my winter dreams
“Oh gods of winter bring flowers, fire and purple to my grave when my time has come when death calls my name …death calls my name…”
I remember tales of crusades to the north I remember built churches I remember ‘holy’ priests who told only lies… I remember dark sky full of fear I remember tortures and tears I remember fire and flames I remember slavery of the north
I remember mighty Lalli when he killed Henrik the Bishop with an axe and the rest of this tale is only Christian lies I remember burning churches I remember feelings of freedom I remember promises which were only lies…
… and shaman cries in my dreams, in my sky my northern children will rise, oh rise
And dark sky brings cold snow in the middle of northern land in the middle of thousand lakes in the middle of thousand nights in the middle of thousand stars of the northern sky to the end of time of the northern sky to the end of life…