At the highest point I stood,  awaiting winters disciples  By the time of the fullmoon  I met the wind    Like a coat it swep over me,  the northern wind  It took me where no man had been,  to the lands of christian sin    Over icy lands we rode  I saw the seeds we had sown  Through bloodred skies we marched  Leaving our mark    I truly rode the infernal forces,  now one of them was mine  One of four secured  the rest I'll rule in time    A travel in ancient times,  I rode the icewinds