On this dawn the colours of the autumn are reflected by a light
A light that as been captured for years in
Circles of wind are raging now
And so his powers are slowly dying
Before the coldness rapes the lands
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 oceans
Deep in the night
when it's time to
Say last farewell
Show us your power
Show us your might
Gift from the sky
His eyes can see it so
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
So now he could rule the realms of ice... ONCE AGAIN!