Primitive Graven Image Blood Red Heart
Rising Moon,
Blistering Chill,
Forgotten Realms of a humanity once fulfilled.
I walk these frozen paths,
The cold winds embrace me,
But my heart burns red.
These paths I stride,
They guide me to a place.
Dreams of another day,
Visions of a new northern world,
The stars, they beckon me,
Blessed by the night,
The night tells me,
There is nothing in the way.
Rising chills of snowy lands,
And fields of ice are not from far away.
I stride on with a heart of desires.
The World is beneath me,
The mountains are my path,
Where the mystic winds blow
Is where I shall lay.
