Epic

Epic
(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