Music: Wiklund Lyrics: Schulman
Riding through storms
And blowing winds
The winter night
Like a Northern breeze
Onward to the grace
Burn me in the dimension
beyond
The sun turns to black
And moonshine prevails
The power of shadows
In grief and in pain
Forever the serpent sign shall rise
Eternal is the hate
of the pagan call
And bleed for me, seal my fate
among the cries
A dimension beyond
the blackest times
Follow the past
And the arctic star
It leads you to
Chaos and lust