Awakened by the hands of Autumn   The hands which made me sleep   Was a shadow vague yet deep      A creature, spine of the essence   Drifting in the wind, clad as Sin   The force behind my cause   The hands that fold me within      Awakened beneath a restless sky   By mountains which darken the day   Shadows, spiritual dust of my fathers   - The heart and soul of my way -      A creature, spine of the essence   Drifting in the wind, clad as Sin   The force behind my cause   Grim token of the path within      The Winterway   Leads us through the coldest night   The Winterway   To be walked by all men of might      Behold the ice on the big seas   The summits and the naked trees   Ashore the bay through the rough Winterway