Paroles: Throes Of Dawn. Pakkasherra. Autumn Winds.

"Sad whispers in dead trees,
a graveyard of
yellow leaves, rising of the
northern wind
breaks their peace ..."

With the reaping winds came
coldness,
the coldess that crawled from
the heart
of the wind- weak kiss of the
winter queen,
storming through the autumnal
trees ...

As the darkness embraces me
and the wind screams sadly,
I could feel the coming of winter,
snow falling from the cloudy sky
I close my eyes and wait for
the goddess of winter

"As the days grew shorter
the wind came stronger
from the dawnless mornings
to the winters glory"