| On this dawn the colours of the autumn are reflected by a light | |
| A light that as been captured for years in oblivion | |
| Circles of wind are raging now | |
| And so his powers are slowly dying | |
| Before the coldness rapes the lands | |
| His spirit is wandering into the night... to DIE! | |
| ...and he heard chimes ahead playing these enchanted notes, | |
| That lead him to a wooden cabin, where he could rest for the night... | |
| Over the mountains | |
| He had travelled | |
| Across the oceans | |
| Deep in the night | |
| Now when it's time to | |
| Say last farewell | |
| Show us your power | |
| Show us your might | |
| Gift from the sky | |
| His eyes can see it so clearly now | |
| But his restless mind cannot sense it in the air | |
| THE WHITE STORM IS CLOSE! | |
| ...and his powers gained in this mystical place more than he ever | |
| Posessed before. | |
| So now he could rule the realms of ice... ONCE AGAIN! |