Heavy clouds in the North
Wicked unlive power
Proceedinging from the earth
Evil’s gate and black towers
Snow tornado is carried forward
Away from the Castle of Mist
Like mortal steel dart
Feeling a bloody feast
Chorus:
The cold creeps to your house
They are inhabitants of dreams, archetypes of fear
You will not rescue neither a pray nor gold
Look at the North, they’re drawing near
Snow tornado — it’s my brother
Snow tornado — my blood, my flesh
Butcher cutting one by other
The black lash, the fury slash
Shadows is rushing over the town
In their eyes reflects the steel
In the sky are whirling bloodthirsty crows
My army goes to kill
It’s my revenge for the dead witches
My revenge for your blaze
My revenge of a parody to God
To the one who has set of faces
The bloody flame of day departs away
Ravens torment a corpse. Total decay
Deathly — pale roses in the turned black hand
Misty light wraps up my land
The song of the dead child
Flies above deserted fields
Guardian angel weeps over body
…Sunset…Snow
Too late to remorse