The Winterway — Borknagar

Awakened by the hands of Autumn The hands which made me sleep 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 me 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