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