My Skin Is Cold

My skin is cold and the birds fly free 
Over my head, where winter grows 
A heathens call, stand up or fall 
This world is yours, for you to rule 

This, the blood of sin 
Flows freely 
This unstoppable force 
In the naked flesh 
My skin is cold – your skin is cold 

Black metal rock and a scent of leather 
And bloodstained gold 
With rain and wind come times of change, 
and dreams come true 
I go with you, on the path we make 

This, the blood of sin 
Flows freely 
This, unstoppable force 
In the naked flesh 
My skin is cold – your skin is cold 

Snow covered mountain 
I gaze in awe 
Wondering who and what was here before 
I made my mark on that sacred soil 
This phoenix rose from a pit of pain 

This, the blood of sin 
Flows freely 
This, unstoppable force 
In the naked flesh 
My skin is cold – your skin is cold 

One nations man carrying the weight, 
of a peoples disgrace 
This is the turnaround! 
Driven by birthright and godsent will 
The time has come for you to rule 

This, the blood of sin 
Flows freely 
This, unstoppable force 
In the naked flesh 
My skin is cold – your skin is cold