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!