Текст (слова) песни: Mithotyn - From The Frozen Plains
(Music: Stefan/Karl / Lyrics: Stefan) The Harsh Biting Winternight Embrace Everything In This Silent Land. A Lonely Man Is Wandering Through The Snow With A Wooden Staff In His Hand. Dressed In Old Torn Grey Rags He Tries To Keep Himself Warm. The Icy White Long Beard Dances In The Hard Winterstorm. His Hands Which Once Wielded The Steel Can Now Barely Raise His Horn. Patiently He`s Searching From House To House For A Meal And A Roof Over His Head. >From The Frozen Plains He Comes On A Journey Without Destination. Once A Hero Now Forgotten One The Edge Of Death By Chill And Starvation. >From The Frozen Plains He Comes And To The Frozen Plains He Goes. He Gained His Pride Troughout The Wars, Of The Knights He Was The Best. He Risked His Life For His King And Queen, Of All The Heroes He Was The Bravest. >From The Frozen Plains He Comes And To The Frozen Plains He Goes.
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