Trapped in this shade of grey,
this hollow land means nothing to me,
all basic instincts scream for exodus.
To see Aurora's Skies, i'll lay my sword for the last time,
I'm dreaming of the frozen north

To see Aurora's Skies, i would give my life

Hear this extinct word: Septentrion

A clouded head refined
This world is mine and it's fate i've assigned
The restlessness declined, i close my eyes.
I'll see you glow one day
I feel your desire anyway
we'll light the lights and burn our darkness away