Where Cold Winds Blow

Where cold winds blow

I was laid to rest

I cannot reach my rusty weapons

The blood and sword that guided my path

For they drowned in sands of wisdom

I was indeed a king of the flesh

My blackened edges, still they were sharp

Honoured by the carnal herds

But asketh thou, closed are the gates?

My mind cut my winged weapons

Teeth that was my pride

And from the forest all would hear

"Wisdom opens the gate for the king"

My weapons sighted, my tears they tasted

Summon my warriors to the land of desire

To the domain of hate

Where cold winds blew

For lust of hell, we rode with the north wind

Only I could accomplish a self-deceit, there are two paths

The mind or the sword

And the mind was open like the sights in dream

But the sword was like a stone around my neck

I entered the soul of the snake

And slept with the Armageddish whore

Without my throne and my weapons

Where cold winds blow became my grave

My weapons sighted

My tears they tasted, summon my warriors

To the land of desire, domain of hate

Where cold winds blew