A kingdom of my for-fathers.

My kingdom is so far from my freedom,
My men are afraid of there homes,
Is this the world my father lived in,
Is this the home they were born,
My home, it's so cold at night the dark even shivers,
The day is so lost in time,
You can't even see your own hands,
The morning is consumed in the mist,
The night so ice from the sky,
Forever I see my people die in this mist from the sky,
No more can we fly for the darkness runs our life,
The only victory I know it's the one were I was never born.