| On this magical dawn the colours of Autumn are reflected by a light | |
| A light that has been captured for years in oblivion of time | |
| Circles of time 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 enohanted notes, | |
| that led him to a wooden cabin, where be 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 out last farewells | |
| show us your power | |
| show us your might / gift from the sky | |
| Dis 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 possessed before. | |
| So now be could rule the realms of ice... ONCE AGAIN! |