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...