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 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'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