The Empire of Winds - Alpine Universe

The wind is blowing on these cold, cold grounds

My boots are romping on these cold, cold lands

The blizzard whistling is the only sound

Outside these wooden walls no soul can be found

The weather is shifting on these cold, cold grounds

We’ll keep on pushing past these cold, cold lands

Past the mud and the rain I will slowly stand

Yet still a long way to go on the route we planned

Row

Row home

We row home

Row home

We Row home

(Repeats underneath the next two lines)

The wind is blowing on these cold, cold grounds

My boots are romping on these cold, cold lands

Once comes the morning we’ll be mountain bound

May the empire of winds keep us safe and sound

When the weather is shifting we’ll keep on pushing

Are you ready for the empire of winds

The storms are overwhelming

But we keep on climbing

In order to be ready for the empire of winds