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 We 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 Once comes the morning we'll be mountain bound May the empire of winds keep us safe and sound The weather is shifting on these cold, cold grounds We'll keep on pushing past these cold, cold lands Roam We 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