An ancient Forest where I walk
Which have told the forgotten tales.
Cold stone, Unknown creatures,
Slow wind chills me as I go deeper.
The stars show me an eternal way,
Glimmering snowfall covers me,
Shards of Ice cuts my boots,
Dirty water turns to stone on me.
I travel with pain in my heart,
And hide deep below the mist,
The mist of the Forests
Dark clouds and glowing shadows fill the sky,
Returning to rest, across thousands of mountains
My face is frozen by coldness,
As the wind blows thunders before me,
Shining crystal path covered by snow,
I have reached Valhalla. |
