As thou await for the embrace of the poudrins  thou hear the roaring of a stormy wind  thou feel a gelid shiver deep within  as thou wonder what will this winter bring    The spectress of winter are rising  under the pale north star  mist benights the horizon  cold and arcane it appears    Hearken thy mournful euphony  when wintry tempest so furious sweep  sounds so majestic, a symphony  so enchanting a deep sonorous grief    Carry me o'mighty winter  to my desolate realm  where i shall narrate my tale of woe  my creed my unseemliness    the northern light above the murky skies  enchaning me it's so divine  as the winter nights slowly enlarges  snow conceals it's winther'd leaves    I'm thy winter fire  embrace thee with desire  always sorrounding thee  and enswathing thee    Yet it shall bloom  the mid'winter storm  that compels  the landscape to deform  embellishing in  the enchanting twilight  as the master of winter  evinces his might    Carry me o'mighty winter  to my desolate realm  where i shall narrate my tale of woe  my creed my unseemliness    The poudrins embrace my cold realm  so arcane but yet so gracious  it emerged in solemn splendour  so alluring and beyond divine