Alba s touto skladbou:
Insula Sacra,
Colder than anything I have ever seen
Freezing our skin as we try to march again
Marching this winter of death
Mad men are leading us on
Oh in the Spring, they say freedom will sing
Marching this winter of death
Through the snow
How I dream for my love, my wine and my home
I wish so much to go back... back to my home
Marching this winter of death
Frost aches my fingers and toes
At summer's high we were ready to die
Marching this winter of death
All gone, all gone, all that I loved so
My joy, my song, frozen inside
Take me my Lord, take me to hell
If hell is warm and dry tonight
No fire too bright, we're under attack
Captain calls loud, "Men, take your swords out!"
So cold, too cold to hold my sword
Hold my life, hold my soul, hold my sword!
Snow keeps on coming but someone said that "It's Spring"
I see the sun and feel life return again
Marching this winter of death
Saving this land with our blood
Now in the Spring, they say freedom does sing
Marching this winter of death
All gone, all gone, all that I loved so
My joy, my song, frozen inside
Take me my Lord, take me to hell
If hell is warm and dry tonight
No fire too bright, we're under attack
Captain calls loud, "Men, take your swords out!"
So cold, too cold, to hold my sword
Hold my life, hold my soul, hold my sword
