The wind blows cold like ice I swear.
A song in the sky that calls my name.
My legs they feel like lead I swear.
Up high I gaze, I must succeed,
To climb my mountainside.
Alone I must pave my way.
To reach the skyline.
A sight for sore eyes ablazed.
I have the sky in my hand.
I´ve learned the words of the song from up high.
I heed my call I have to fly
North winds under my wings.
Odin is guiding my way..
Beyond the horizon my destiny unfolds.
I have the sky in my hand.