It was there I could here the angels cry and walk among the shine from the coldest moon Set fire to the weakest souls and share my silent words with the darkest night And we now we travelled through the devils path and opend the gate as the past stands by And they how they fell through eternal hate and wervled the realm as the past stands by It was there the nature fullfilled to set my mind at ease and feal thy winds And as we faced leaper men from far they were souronded as we stand as we laugh As the count of the north and the equal soul of south set mark in the cold winterground As the past stands by