The wind is blowing on these cold cold grounds
My boots are still roaming on these cold cold lands

The blizzard whistling is the only sound
Outside these wooden walls no soul can be found

The weather is shifting on these cold cold grounds
We'll keep on pushing past these cold cold lands

Past the mud and the rain now on snow we stand
Yet still a long way to go on the route we planned

Roam, we roam,
The wind is blowing on these cold cold grounds
My boots are still roaming on these cold cold lands

Once comes the morning we'll be mountain bound
May the empire of winds keep us safe and sound

When the weather is shifting we will keep on pushing
cre you worthy of the empire of winds?
The storms are overwhelming but we keep on climbing
In order to be worthy of the empire of winds

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