Mighty stormclouds are falling down
And the boy with the flute
Runs home as fast as he can
He knows the summer is over
And the storms of winter filled his heart
And he knows he´s gonna die
Because Satan has opened
his gate too far
Too far ...

The winter
has been coming
With his mighty storms
And the keeper
of the keys
Has opened up the gate
For his darkened creatures
To make the world an end
(again, again)

On the way home
He passes the old tree
He falls on his knees
And prays in silence
Then he turns around
And sees the first ones coming,
Limping, creeping
A disastrous pile of rotten flesh
Of rotten flesh...

The winter
has been coming
With his mighty storms
And the keeper
of the keys
Has opened up the gate
For his darkened creatures
To make the world an end
(again, again)
The winter
Has been coming
With his mighty storms
And the master of all evil
Has opened up the gates of hell
To destroy all beauty which was seen on the earth
(forever, forever)