Riding the Icewinds - Scheitan

At the highest point I stood

Awaiting winters disciples

By the time of the fullmoon

I met the wind

Like a coat it swep over me

The northern wind

It took me where no man had been

To the lands of christian sin

Over icy lands we rode

I saw the seeds we had sown

Through bloodred skies we marched

Leaving our mark

I truly rode the infernal forces

Now one of them was mine

One of four secured

The rest I’ll rule in time

A travel in ancient times

I rode the icewinds