the ice age is allmost over,
sunset is getting down.

tell me how...
just tell me how,
can I get over that mountain,
get over that mountain
to see the skyline.

it's getting colder when sun is gone
over my shoulder the darkest hours begun,
I'm running away over that mountain
to see the next day rising again.

sometimes I'm loosing freedom and love
devil is winning and buying my soul,
it is confusing to get over the top,
but only when loosing you know where to stop.