The Winterway - Borknagar

Awakened by the hands of Autumn

The hands which made me see

Straight in the eyes of Winter

Was a shadow, vague yet deep

A creature, spine of the essence

Drifting in the wind, clad as Sin

The force behind my cause

The hands that fold me within

Awakened beneath a restless sky

By mountains which darken the day

Shadows, spiritual dust of my fathers

— The heart and soul of my way —

A creature, spine of the essence

Drifting in the wind, clad as Sin

The force behind my cause

Grim token of the path within

The Winterway

Leads us through the coldest night

The Winterway

To be walked by all men of might

Behold the ice on the big seas

The summits and the naked trees

Ashore the bay through the rough Winterway