On the frost of the mysterious desert
I ride with my sword by my side
On a trip to the unknown
On the sad winter of the old time
Men and gods
Realities and dimensions witch find each other
With the blade of my pagan sword
I honour my frozen heart.
I trust the sword in my hand
And in my frozen heart.
From the hills to the desert
I ride without direction.
Snow touches my face as they are fire flakes
Blowed by the wind coming from
The stars in my direction.
I see...
I see ravens flying
In my dreams
Flying in the sky above my head.
I see ravens flying
In my dreams
And I see their eyes shining like the stars.
Obscure images visits me,
In the dark desert nights
Between reality and another dimension
I carry on with journey through the desert.
