Winterheart (Winterstorm)

I have come with the winter sun - in my eyes from the land of fire and snow - blood will rise far beyond the hills guided by the will of the one and what I've become is the archon of my tribe. So I'm marching on where no one has gone ever before me now. So I will lead the way. Oh, hear it in the oaken trees. Oh, feel it from the ground beneath. See what no one's eye can see from the bottom of my winterheart. Oh, hear it in the oaken trees. Oh, feel it from the ground beneath. See what no one's eye can see from the bottom of my winterheart. from the bottom of my winterheart. from the bottom of my winterheart. Say farewell to well-known shores - sword at hand I set sail into the unknown - till my end out and on my own destiny has shown what it has in mind for me now and what I will prevail somehow. Plunge into the waves as I clench my blade I remember that my success is the reason for your faith in me. Oh, hear it in the oaken trees. Oh, feel it from the ground beneath. See what no one's eye can see from the bottom of my winterheart. from the bottom of my winterheart. Oh, hear it in the oaken trees. Oh, feel it from the ground beneath. See what no one's eye can see from the bottom of my winterheart. from the bottom of my winterheart.