White Storm

On this dawn the colours of the autumn are reflected by a light
 A light that as been captured for years in oblivion
 Circles of wind are raging now
 And so his powers are slowly dying
 Before the coldness rapes the lands
 His spirit is wandering into the night... to DIE!
 ...and he heard chimes ahead playing these enchanted notes,
 That lead him to a wooden cabin, where he could rest for the night...
 Over the mountains
 He had travelled
 Across the oceans
 Deep in the night
 Now when it's time to
 Say last farewell
 Show us your power
 Show us your might
 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 mystical place more than he ever
 Possessed before.
 So now he could rule the realms of ice... ONCE AGAIN!