"... so the Winter found the Spring, but it was only in his dreams...
and everytime the awakening was a colourless morning without
light... but something that was fated to fall from where he came
could hear all this cold sorrow, too... but a sad spirit of a lady dressed
in snow who lived from centuries in a lost tower of frozen whirlwinds
could bring a gift of life for the Spring herself?"
Safe in my arms
sleeps the daughter of light
in her calm spring-like smile
dreaming skies in her eyes
but she died
Fall tears from the clouds
Cold trees in the dark,
so cold inside
Lady in white
to your heart now I cry
let me weep at the sky
you're the only one who can find
one gift for her life
Please answer, I beg, my chant...
My light flies away,
so far away
My hope fades
as wintersuns at dusk
