Where Cold Winds Blow – Dark Throne

I Can not reach my Rusty Weapons
the Blood and Sword that Guided my Path
for they Drowned in the Sands of Wisdom

I was, indeed, a King of the Flesh
My Blackened Edges; still they were Sharp
Honoured by the Carnal Herds
but asketh thou: Closed are the Gates?

My Mind cut my Winged Weapons
and Teeth that was my Pride
And from the Forest all would hear:
“Wisdom Opens the Gate for the King”

My Weapons Sighted – My Tears they Tasted
Summon my Warriors – To the Land of Desire
To the Domain of Hate – Where Cold Winds Blew
For Lust for Hell – We Rode with the North Wind

Only I could accomplish a fucken Self-deceit
There are only Two Paths – the Mind or the Sword
And the Mind was Open like the Sights in a Dream


Lyric Where Cold Winds Blow – Dark Throne