Testo di U.S.A

At the highest point I stood, awaiting winters disciples By the time of the fullmoon I met the wind Like a coat it swep over me, the northern wind It took me where no man had been, to the lands of christian sin Over icy lands we rode I saw the seeds we had sown Through bloodred skies we marched Leaving our mark I truly rode the infernal forces, now one of them was mine One of four secured the rest I'll rule in time A travel in ancient times, I rode the icewinds