Roam
Roam, roam
We roam, roam
Roam, roam
We roam, roam

The wind is blowing on these cold, cold grounds
My boots are still roaming on these cold
Cold lands

Roam
Roam, roam
We roam, roam

The blizzard whistling is the only sound
Outside these wooden walls
No soul can be found


Once comes the morning, we'll be mountain bound
May the empire of winds keep us safe and sound

Roam, roam

The weather is shifting on these cold
Cold grounds
We'll keep on pushing past these cold
Cold lands

Roam, roam
We roam, roam

Past the mud and the rain, now on snow we stand
Yet still a long way to go on the route
We planned

When the weather is shifting
We'll keep on pushing
Are you worthy of the empire of winds
The storms are overwhelming
But we keep on climbing
In order to be worthy of the empire of winds