Viking
For Faith Folk and Europe
THE LAST BREATH OF WINTER
THE LAST BREATH OF WINTER
As in summer I look for the dawn
but the sun rises far from my house
I go down to the beach to look for it
but the clouds hide it
On the horizon I see a fleet
travels compactly unperturbed by the storm
that rages from sky on earth
and leave the desert that I see around me
There are only you and me left
the last snow is falling
before the world wakes up
I breathe the last breath of winter in the air
The white horse challenges the waves
and in every jump the silver-colored veil dominates
I know that one day I will be the one to ride it
but now I look at it and my time will come
You and I are left...

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