Snow Falls Upon The Darkest Scenes Of Winter  Falling Into Unfathomed Depths  Below The Tree Line Of The Vast Forest  Icy Streams Flow As Silently As  The Approaching Foot Falls Of Death  Only The Rustling Of Leaves  From A Single Northern Breeze May Be Heard  Here Dwell The Great Warlocks,  The Conjurers Of Winter's Demons  Dark Ones As Ancient As The Eldest Trees  Of The Mighty Forest  They Chant The Spells Of First Snow  Which Echo Throughout These Ancient Sylvan Realms  Awakening The Sleeping Demons  Of The Perpetual Winter Woods  Under The Magnificence Of The Winter Full Moon  Demons With Souls As Cold As The Winter Winds  And Dark As The Night That Birthed Them  The Black Robed Mages Spill Their Own Blood  In Sacrifice To The Dark Harbringers Of Winter's Gale  Upon This Blood The Demons Drink  Quenching Their Great Thirst  Through This Rebirth Comes The Return  Of Their Cryptic Powers Of Old  Now All Must Succumb To Winter's Dark Fold  Or Be Torn Asunder By It's Icy Talons    Lyrics: Synvorlath, Lord Of The Ancient Moon And Ixithra, Lord Of The Sylvan Shadows