Lyrics
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,
Roam,
We roam
Roam,
We roam
The wind is blowing on these cold, cold grounds.
My boots are a 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'll keep on pushing.
Are 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.
