Testo di Arctic

Journey to a moony northern land Worlds limb where the sea of mead begins Sun hides in an everlasting gloom. Seat of holy terror and beliefs Here the dream is my reality Shadowland with no hiding place Beautiful images beyond All the adventures And you gonna lose the last Of the vitality Sailing in my inner Peninsula Mould like an Entire Unity Here the dream is My reality Shadowland with No hiding place Beautiful images Beyond All the adventures And you gonna Lose the last of the Vitality