Take me to where the cold winds Are blowing in the sky Where the full moon is the only night. Where the north lands still do shine with pride. Where there's silence.
In winter, water becomes ice, The sky is shining, just stars no clouds. So quiet, so calm, my whispers, Are heard a thousand miles.
My whispers are heard a thousand times. These mighty forests, these lands of ice, These dungeons of darkness, This is where I wish to die.
The north blood is flowing in my veins. I was born in the winter land, Way far beyond. Now open the gates, to Asgaard. To those with horns, and those with pride.