Peter Schilling
Peter Schilling - U.s.a. songtekst
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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