I feel the darkness
And your frozen breath
Just like the cold grip
Of our brother Death
I am still protected
By the shiny moon
Because the daylight
Is not going to come soon
Tired of that useless living
Until my time has come
Searching for the oldest wisdom
And the way will always lead to the
Northern Winter
Oh Scandinavia

The eastwind in my face
Far from Sibiria
To follow the last trace
From the coast of Denmark
Right to the endless ice
Guided by the eveningstar
Who's never teling lies
Searching for the oldest wisdom
And the way will always lead to the
Northern Winter
I feel your frozen breath
Protected by the moonlight