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!