Under der krônen wâ wintro ist hêrre  Wart ich gewâfent gen minne und fêind.  Staimbort und suertu wâren mîn frouwe,  Der ich schênkte bluomen von bluat.  Exaustedly I leave the fields of winter.  My sword is rusted for steel is the mirror of my soul.  I shed their blood on frozen statues from the glacial race,  But now I shroud my horns in lethe  and nevermore they shall emblazon me.  Unto the gardens of vigour and warmth  I trudge a long time, but far is my bourne.  Where father's snow melts and springflowers sprout  I sleep to wake up in my mother's arms  And I thaw.  Clothe me with colours and feed me with glee  As my weapons corrode by the aestival kiss.  My craving for glory and might I'll subdue  After the fruits of ephemeral pulchritude.  Sweet and vinous the trees pour their wealth  And my youth and beauty return.  Mid my sisters I cheerfully dance  As milk flows from my breast.  I extol the female god before the altar of the sun  For her gift of peace and stainless pulchritude.  Love me, just the loss of thoughts can grant me  bright felicity  In mere illusions of her esoteric lies.  Six hundred dreams have passed in the garden  of thornless pleasures,  I am summer's caughter and embellish paradise.  But still my legions conquer for the throne of winter,  And ice that swallowed all the world now  besieges this reich.  Ferocious hordes unsheathe and vanquish eden.  Without compassion they rape me for I'm weak and frail.  Inferior I die as frost covers my body  But braced by hate I will return  To the vast of my gorgeous fatherland.  (Lyrics & Music finished in January 1994)