From The Frozen Plains Lyrics - Singles - Mithotyn

(Music: Stefan/Karl / Lyrics: Stefan) 

The Harsh Biting Winternight 

Embrace Everything In This Silent Land. 

A Lonely Man Is Wandering Through The Snow 

With A Wooden Staff In His Hand. 

Dressed In Old Torn Grey Rags 

He Tries To Keep Himself Warm. 

The Icy White Long Beard 

Dances In The Hard Winterstorm. 

His Hands Which Once Wielded The Steel 

Can Now Barely Raise His Horn. 

Patiently He's Searching From House To House 

For A Meal And A Roof Over His Head. 

>From The Frozen Plains He Comes 

On A Journey Without Destination. 

Once A Hero Now Forgotten 

One The Edge Of Death By Chill And Starvation. 

>From The Frozen Plains He Comes 

And To The Frozen Plains He Goes. 

He Gained His Pride Troughout The Wars, 

Of The Knights He Was The Best. 

He Risked His Life For His King And Queen, 

Of All The Heroes He Was The Bravest. 

>From The Frozen Plains He Comes 

And To The Frozen Plains He Goes.