Immortal. Damned In Black. Against The Tide. Zeneszám

The arctic views
Its distant vast
And the shifting breeze
That blew my horizon

Where storm clouds mass
Along the skies
Dark and brooding
Across the blistered broken lands


Here flow
Long streams of freezing water
As in a saga it lived once

Descended to the brinks
That tower to the sky
Sound my cry out to creation
Still I'm enlocked on these ridges

Where the sun forever vanished

Once a world were ever splended
That took my soul


Now the world is too old
So take me biting winds
My soul travels with a black heart


When the darkness
Close in on me
There's this world
Where I can breathe

Still the saga
The saga will live on
And the breeze that blew my horizon
Behind these waves of ice