Celtic Frost (beyond The) North Winds
On days of northern wind, past illusions surround my dreams Drops of mute oceans breath in the palm of my hand The sound of silent waves still caresses all my thoughts Where warm, mystic floods dominated the upper hemisphere And dark ships sailed beyond those lost realms Through gates to eternity, above the sleeping mind Forever inconquerable seemed the walls of time To those who always feared and always fled the dawn But then, the guardians growl invited the thirst for steel Part god, part man, if I walked by their side The old man's dream now has ended much too soon Forgotten rests the wisdom that brought them once so far Vanished until rebirth, we sleep the endless sleep For one who knows never tries to reappear ...
