Из альбома: Pakkasherra
"Sad whispers in dead trees,
a graveyard of
yellow leaves, rising of the
northern wind breaks their peace ..."
With the reaping winds came coldness,
the coldess that crawled from the heart
of the wind- weak kiss of the winter queen,
storming through the autumnal trees ...
As the darkness embraces me
and the wind screams sadly,
I could feel the coming of winter,
snow falling from the cloudy sky
I close my eyes and wait for
the goddess of winter
"As the days grew shorter
the wind came stronger
from the dawnless mornings
to the winters glory"