On this dawn the colours
of the autumn are reflected by a light
A light that as been captured for years in oblivion

Circles of wind are raging now
And so his powers are slowly dying
Before the coldness rapes the lands
His spirit is wandering into the night... to DIE!

and he heard chimes ahead playing these enchanted notes
That lead him to a wooden cabin
where he could rest for the night

Over the mountains
He had travelled
Across the ocеans
Deep in the night
Now when it's time to
Say last farеwell
Show us your power
Show us your might
Gift from the sky

His eyes can see it so clearly now
But his restless mind cannot sense it in the air

THE WHITE STORM IS CLOSE!

and his powers gained in this mystical place
more than he ever
Possessed before
So now he could rule the realms of ice... ONCE AGAIN!