Where Cold Wings Blow I (was) Laid To Rest

I Can Not Reach My Rusty Weapons

The Blood And Sword That Guided My Path

For They Drowned In The Sands Of Wisdom



I Was, Indeed, A King Of The Flesh

My Blackened Edges; Still They Were Sharp

Honoured By The Carnal Herds

But Asketh Thou: Closed Are The Gates?



My Mind Cut My Winged Weapons

And Teeth That Was My Pride

And From The Forest All Would Hear:

"Wisdom Opens The Gate For The King"



My Weapons Sighted - My Tears They Tasted

Summon My Warriors - To The Land Of Desire

To The Domain Of Hate - Where Cold Winds Blew

For Lust For Hell - We Rode With The North Wind



Only I Could Accomplish A F**ken Self-deceit

There Are Only Two Paths - The Mind Or The Sword

And The Mind Was Open Like The Sights In A Dream

But The Sword Was Like A Stone Around My Neck



I Entered The Soul Of The Snake

And Slept With The Armageddish Whore

(but) Without My Throne And My Weapons;

Where Cold Winds Blow Became My Grave