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