Paroles de Frost

Howling winds of the North the cold predator of the fells Mighty woods of the North under cover of darkness Desolate and dying lands barren ground, covered with snow There forever I am, where the cold winds blow Gathering thoughts, take me into a whirl of silence Gathering thoughts, give me strenght to survive Wail to me my winds Fly away with frozen wings Take my life to your hands O'cold wasteland... of Frost Great land of the North the ice shimmering upon the lakes Great storms of the North all life frozen to death Freezing days of sorrow I'm alone in this infertile world in the year before time