Feel the wind slowly approaching  from the deep fiords in the north  Slaying the remains of the fading automn  to reign and vigil earth  As escort knights of the frost  Behind them flocks of ravens  Blessed are those who sail with thee  they'l bring calm to this unsettled world    Dreadfull whispers broke the silence  The living became statues of paleness and ice  on their cheeks flew tears of blood  tears of blood    With lifted swords they rode out from the north  to conquer and desolate light  Born before time in an infatuated darkness so cold  preparing the automn's entombment    And of breeze came storm  angels were captured by clouds so black  At the horizon's edge a rainbow fled  colours fading absorbed by a moon so red    Crying statues of paleness and ice  Dying in the paleness and ice