Isenheimen

In search for a mental homeland

Far beyond their comprehension

As the first snow falls

I will leave again to dwell in the dark

The vision appears on the glacial surface

In the grim kingdom are built

The palaces of ice among the stone giants

A call beyond thy free will

All the land shall be the winter field

With the faces white and souls black

Then i`ll defend my stronghold of aryan heart

Deep in the woods i`m in equilibrium

At last in the sphere where the filth won`t reach me

Year by year i build there my tower

Of mystic visions and thundering hatred

I cast the wrath unto horizon

Embraces by mist, covered with snow

A vastland descendant, desolate wanderer

And as the land becomes the winter field

Due to one word of the might

The feeble cries, a last sigh is made

Through they die as it beckons

I entrench myself within the walls

To fare, then to reign

And share the sceptre with the forest

The one who outlast the seizure

That came from the pit boiling dirt

A single banner reaises high above

Of annually recurred attempt

The frost recedes the questions

To manage to glance

Upon the wintry landscape below

There kies my kingdom...