White Mountain (Rökkurró)

White mountain, waiting for us. White mountain, we are coming. White mountain, waiting for us. We're coming soon. Though we fear the road, though our heart is torn, we'll carry it through, come back to you, to fight. Where the wind may blow, where the pain may grow, we'll carry it through, come back to you, to win. One day, one day the sun will rise and we will know. One day our fears will be gone. One day our time will come and all this will be ours.