"... 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