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 -"