(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