(whispers...)
As I behold the dying sun, with brightened eyes
It's light will then soon disappear from the land of death
The frozen land of death
The winter, the darkness, the kingdom of all the night
Of all the night
I can hear the sun's breathing, the dying sun
Behold the last of him, it will faint to grey
To grey. To grey
The wings of winter, will rise as it dies
The crystal ground will ask the sun to die
Die!
As the sun die
Die!
The winter, the darkness, the kingdom of all the night
night!
Behold the dying sun