Through thousands of invisible lakes
The power of cold posseses the mind
Only brave one knows and hears
Never feeling the time
Breaking the edge, he is driven be power
Burning his skin, his heart and his soul
Pain, enforcing his efforts
Memory of crystal pieces
And long dreamsome night
Brains working without tireness
Looking for the edged wiped off
The wind blows off the pain of the trees
The hawl of a beast and the beat of a heart
The power of cold covers the ground
Helplessly wood bows the branches
Falling deeply asleep
And helplessly flame is fading away