Idioma Origen:
I will ride again
Beyond the moon wandering
In the land of the dead I am a king.
Of these negative forces
Reclaim the earth and burn down the heavens
A God who's kingdom lays within
But the cruel frosts and wintry winds
Make it difficult for me to protect you from the cold
These icy shores are never.
Ending this perennial cycle
And if I'm not back by dawn please call my name.
Run into the night
Your snow covered heart is dripping away
But mine is shattering in the coldest of winds.
Idioma Destino:
I will ride again
Beyond the moon wandering
In the land of the dead I am a king.
Of these negative forces
Reclaim the earth and burn down the heavens
A God who's kingdom lays within
But the cruel frosts and wintry winds
Make it difficult for me to protect you from the cold
These icy shores are never.
Ending this perennial cycle
And if I'm not back by dawn please call my name.
Run into the night
Your snow covered heart is dripping away
But mine is shattering in the coldest of winds.