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!
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 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!