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(Now flee...)
I flee... back to the time when man was true
I see... life as it was meant for me
On this trail I meet my ancestors
On this trail I find their wisdom
From the wall of frozen time I see my own reflection
Born... in the wrong century
Torn... to a wrong reality
A winter chill - A frozen, dead reality
A blackened will - A strange, macabre certainty
Pagan roots!
Heathen life!
...if life was... EPIC!
My heart belongs to the past
- I feel attraction for the night -
My mind to the ancient times
- I view this life like a lifeless rock
I want to be trapped under ice
Within my peaceful glacial tomb
Far from the epoch of trend
In the Aeon of Frost - In league with the North!
On this trail I meet my ancestors
On this trail I find their wisdom
From the wall of frozen time I see my own reflection
Born... in the wrong century
Torn... to a wrong reality
Our northernmost hearts don't belong to this world...
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