Where Cold Winds Blow

Where cold wings blow, I was laid to rest

I cannot reach my rusty weapons

The blood and sword that guided my path

For they drowned in the sands of wisdom

I was, indeed, a king of the flesh

My blackened edges, still they were sharp

Honored by the carnal herds

But asketh thou, closed are the gates?

My mind cut my winged weapons

And teeth that was my pride

And from the forest all would hear

"Wisdom opens the gate for the king"

My weapons sighted my tears, they tasted

Summon my warriors to the land of desire

To the domain of hate where cold winds blew

For lust for hell, we rode with the north wind

Only I could accomplish a fuckin' self-deceit

There are only two paths, the mind or the sword

And the mind was open like the sights in a dream

But the sword was like a stone around my neck

I entered the soul of the snake

And slept with the Armageddish whore

But without my throne and my weapons

Where cold winds blow became my grave