Testo di Harbor

The shoreline appears through the frozen grey mist A sanctuary found that the winters missed The roaring of oceans begins to subside The fortress is standing against the cold tide No longer a drifter, no longer alone The timber and stone shall become my own The anvil is quiet, the fire burns bright An anchor of iron in the endless night This is my harbor, my shelter, my shield To the wrath of the winter I never shall yield The tempest can howl, the cold waters rise I've found my horizon beneath northern skies