Picture a snow-white valley
Impossible trees and stubborn mountains
Imagine the coldest night of your soul
Your skin is freezing and you’re on the verge of losing control
But you won’t

If you can’t feel any warmth
It doesn’t mean that isn’t a fire burning inside my chest
Until the edge of my days, I will follow
Northern lights

You’re on the lonesome plains
A drifter walking on flaming sands
There’s no army coming up ahead
All you have to fight is your inner dark self
And you will

If you can’t feel any warmth
It doesn’t mean that isn’t a fire burning inside my chest
Until the edge of my days, I will follow