Besedila: Celtic Frost. To Mega Therion. (Beyond The) North Winds.

On days of northern wind, (past) illusions surround my dreams
Drops of mute oceans breath in the palm of my hand
The sound of silent waves still caresses all my thoughts
Where warm, mystic floods dominated the upper hemisphere

[Chorus]
(And) dark ships sailed beyond those lost realms
Through gates to eternity, above the sleeping mind

Forever inconquerable seemed the walls of time
To those who always feared and always fled the dawn
But then, the guardians growl invited the thirst for steeI
Part god, part man, if I walked by their side

The old man's dream now has ended much too soon
Forgotten rests the wisdom that brought them once so far
Vanished until rebirth, we sleep the endless sleep
For one who knows never tries to reappear ...