Epic

(アルバム： North From Here - 1993)

(Now flee...)

I flee... back to the time when man was true
I see... life as it was meant for me

On this trail I meet my ancestors
On this trail I find their wisdom
From the wall of frozen time I see my own reflection

Born in the wrong century
Torn to a wrong reality

A winter chill a frozen, dead reality
A blackened will a strange, macabre certainty

Pagan roots!
Heathen life!

If life was... epic!

My heart belongs to the past
I feel attraction for the night
My mind to the ancient times
I view this life like a lifeless rock

I want to be trapped under ice
Within my peaceful glacial tomb
Far from the epoch of trend
In the aeon of frost in league with the north!

On this trail I meet my ancestors
On this trail I find their wisdom
From the wall of frozen time I see my own reflection

Born in the wrong century
Torn to a wrong reality