Texty:
Lord Wind Only Your Spirit Will Return

Endowded and greet them heartily Wake up Who will carry your brand soaked in blood Who will wash your wounds Who will warm your frozen hands up Your mouth

marsh and entered the frozen cave a secret path was cut into the rock a labyrinth a twisted maze an unknown misty haze Open Your heart then your mind

your spirit-form, Xerxes... for by mastering the art of traversing the mists you may effortlessly travel to many places, and many times. Countless secrets will

vow Let's pack away all our memories of home Never look back Certainly never return Bring anew you and I and snow and wind and rain Will you surrender all your

It is 4004 B.C., and the Lord has just created the Universe. He and His Original Angels celebrate the Lord's great acheivement (Glory Train). Lucifer, the Lord