White Storm

On this magical dawn the colors 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 lands His spirit is wandering into the night, to die! And he heard chimes ahead playing these enchanted notes, That lead him into a wooden cabin, where he could rest for the night Over the mountains He had traveled Across the oceans Deep in the night Now when it's time to Say last farewells 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! --- White Storm - Ensiferum