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 -"