Where Cold Winds Blow

Where cold winds blow I (was) laid to rest I can not 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 Honoured 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 fucken 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