The frost comes, hand in hand with dawn
It turnes all lakes into mirrows,
reflecting the moon
Freezing storms of snow,
come let me feel your purity
Freezing storms of snow,
may you whine herefor eternity
As I walk throng the frostbitten forests
I get enchanted by the harshness,
alive by the chill and allmighty
by my solitariness
There is not a more
as far as the eye can see
Frej, god of seasons!
Let this forever be
In this desolated land I am everything
Freezing storms of snow,
come let me feel your purity
Freezing storms of snow,
may you whine herefor eternity
Let me be enchanted by the harshness,
alive by the chill and allmighty,
by my solitariness
In this desolated land I am everything
(Music: Karl/Weinerhall - Lyrics: Weinerhall)