White Storm

On this magical dawn the colours of the autumn are reflected by a light
A light that has been captured for years in oblivion

Circles of wind are raging now
and so his powers are slowly dying
Before the coldness rapes the land
his spirit is wandering into the night... to DIE!

Over the mountains
he had travelled
Across the oceans
deep in the night
Now when it's time to
say last farewells
show us your power
show us your mighty
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 mystcial place more than
he ever possessed before.
So now he could rule the realms of ice... Once again!