Divine creations now destroyed to uncover the haunted atmosphere
Strange visions of the ancient spirits, travesty of man
appears
Coldness and the storming winds lurking for prey
The forces of the Winter reign in dreadful way, there's no
escape
I'm following the mistress of night
Through the gates of snow we'll fly
We'll fly
Winter - The realm of eternal
ice
Snowfall and darkness descends upon the vales of time
Distant caress of the sun's fading light
The lands were painted white
with the Winter's might
My hands are frozen, my mind is at the edge of madness
Oh how many nights and days, I've been lost in
this land of sadness
From the primitive thoughts, under the glimmering snow
And burning stones - they'll rise -
The artful
spirit: "You don't have to die,
You can rule in afterlife, just concede your soul to me,
(your life is cheap) - no price
-"
