Surrounded by the north winds
I stand on the highest mountain
Watching the lightning strike
I glance over the landscape
Looking for my fellow swordsmen
I am
A lost warrior
From a past forgotten
Surrounded by the north winds
I stand on the highest mountain
Watching the lightning strike
I glance over the landscape
Looking for my fellow swordsmen
I am
A lost warrior
From a past forgotten
The past
Like a distant horizon in flames
Burning in my soul
A flame that can't be obtained
Like in the soul of my blade
My rage will not go away
I look at the grey skies
Raindrops fall against my face
A storm is coming
Endless nights ahead
The Moon tells me nothing tonight
Slowly I turn and walk away
Soon I have disappeared
Into the misted mountains
Still searching
With heart beating proud
Like echoes
From a past forgotten