Il testo della Where cold wind blows

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