Out from the north into the south

Winter turned his frozen mouth

Tearing down the voices of living

Leaving bodies buried in ice

The wrath of distant clouds

And the weeping of the ground, it will come

Cold wind carries the voice of doom

Singing songs for the damned

Descending winters for all lands

All hope is gone in his hands

Out from the north into the south

Winter turned his frozen mouth

Slaying the oceans and darkening the sun

With little breeze, it will come

Enormous tide of burning cold storms

He will cleanse the land with single breath

Descending winters for all lands

All hope is gone in his hands

Out from the north into the south

Winter turned his frozen mouth

No shelter can save us now

As the winds come roaring

There is no place to hide

The final season is close at hand

Taste the air so silent, it will come...

Descending winters for all lands

All hope is gone in his hands

Out from the north into the south

Winter turned his frozen mouth