Where cold wings blow I (was) laid to rest 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 But the sword was like a stone around my neck I entered the soul of the snake And slept with the armageddish whore (But) without my throne and my weapons Where cold winds blow became my grave