"... 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