I feel the darkness And your frozen breath Just like the cold grip Of our brother d**h I am still protected By the shiny moon Because the daylight Is not going to come soon Tired of that useless living Until my time has come Searching for the oldest wisdom And the way will always lead to the Northern Winter Oh Scandinavia The eastwind in my face Far from Sibiria To follow the last trace From the coast of Denmark Right to the endless ice Guided by the eveningstar Who's never teling lies Searching for the oldest wisdom And the way will always lead to the Northern Winter I feel your frozen breath Protected by the moonlight