Surrounded by the north winds
I stand on the highest mountain
Watching the lightning strike
I glance over the landscape

Looking for my fellow swordsmen
I am
A lost warrior
From a past forgotten

Surrounded by the north winds
I stand on the highest mountain
Watching the lightning strike
I glance over the landscape

Looking for my fellow swordsmen
I am
A lost warrior
From a past forgotten

The past
Like a distant horizon in flames
Burning in my soul
A flame that can't be obtained
Like in the soul of my blade
My rage will not go away

I look at the grey skies
Raindrops fall against my face
A storm is coming
Endless nights ahead

The Moon tells me nothing tonight
Slowly I turn and walk away
Soon I have disappeared
Into the misted mountains

Still searching
With heart beating proud
Like echoes
From a past forgotten