is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs ones again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man's fall
-light soon killed In the shadow of the full moon- reborn by a dying flame The candle now extinguished The curse now spawned again Return of the
flameless frost. Some of them came back to burn their homes. But one of them has sown a new tribe ... Thy Tribe of Godsend Wings." Remind of snowfall summerdreams Again
man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs ones again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation Man's
there I'll always be there There when the world and its promise Is failing I'll always be there There when the frost of its winter Is cursing
we drink, as we smoke and the herbs will grow again. Drunk with delight, where the laughter is contagious, rivers flow, flowers grow and the land is born again
man is now at hand Awakened from an ancient slumber The immortal ones return The earth is theirs once again Stricken, cursed - frozen damnation
to your repugnant god The last May frost may blight the crops and will never be ascribed to be heavenly dog or nature, but infernal tasks... "By your cursings
droplets on the leaves Bombards my brain I hear you Across the room A sea of daffodils spring into bloom You are the mist The frost across my window pane And again
From the Land of Snow and Ice For the Spirits are dancing with me At the Path to the Unlight I will never again see the Light That has once cursed
Name From the Land of Snow and Ice For the Spirits are dancing with me At the Path to the Unlight I will never again see the Light That has once cursed
of summer day Dead eyes welcome the fall And the spirit shall be free again Forgotten are the summer dreams, snow upon the fallen leaves Flowers yield to the frost