Riding The Icewinds

At the highest point I stood,awaiting winters disciplesBy the time of the fullmoonI met the windLike a coat it swep over me,the northern windIt took me where no man had been,to the lands of christian sinOver icy lands we rodeI saw the seeds we had sownThrough bloodred skies we marchedLeaving our markI truly rode the infernal forces,now one of them was mineOne of four securedthe rest I'll rule in timeA travel in ancient times,I rode the icewinds