(now flee...) I flee...back to the time when man was true I see...life as it was meant for me On this trail I meet my ancestors On this trail I find their wisdom From the wall of frozen time I see my own reflection Born...in the wrong century Torn...to a wrong reality A winter chill - A frozen, dead reality A blackened will - A strange, macabre certainty Pagan roots! Heathen life! ...if life was...EPIC! My heart belongs to the past - I feel attraction for the night - my mind to the ancient times - I view this life like a lifeless rock I want to be trapped under ice within my peaceful glacial tomb Far from the epoch of trend In the Aeon of Frost - In league with the North! On this trail I meet my ancestors On this trail I find their wisdom From the wall of frozen time I see my own reflection Born...in the wrong century Torn...to a wrong reality Our northernmost hearts don't belong to this world...