Nordland

Alone atop the great grey mountains I stand my face turned towards
The vast unending skies
Skies full of grimness, skies full of coldness
Arms outstretched to the hunter

Nordland
In a time before time
Nordland
In a time before time

My landscapes are in shadow
The monochrome mists creep across the far distant mountains
Through a crack in the clouds I see your woeful pale face
Staring with cold dark malice upon the silent lands below

The venom in my blood like the great ages o war
Open the gates…into the undying lands

A funeral wind whispers the names of a thousand weeping children
Through the forest mists of Morth

Through a crack in the clouds I see your woeful pale face
Staring with cold dark malice upon the silent lands below

The venom in my blood like the great ages of war
Open the gates…into the undying lands

I watch for an age the storm clouds circling above
A grim primitive silence shadows me like a hunter