I wake up in the night not to sound or to light more to
dream that's too real.
My thoughts circle inside my distorted mind is this real
or still a dream?
As I stare the silent winter night, whispers still echo
in my mind.
Cry of frost, Nightfrost, shadow play for me. Call of
frost, Nightfrost, the allegory of dream.
At the dark brooding sky I see glow in the night through
the heavy snowfall.
Distant weak gleam of light open my tired eyes to welcome
coming dawn.
As I stare beauty of winter light, whispers are silenced
in my mind.
Cry of frost, Nightfrost, shadow play for me.
Call of frost, Nightfrost, the allegory of dream. Call of
frost, Nightfrost, shadow cry for me.
Call of frost, Nightfrost, my journey begins.