In the shades he finds protection, he’s a fallen angel on the run 
The night welcomes him like a lost son 
As he’s walking under his brother moonlight 
Nobody knows where he’s coming from 
His breath is freezing the branches of the trees 
And his eyes are almost perforating the environment around him 
He sets the world under ice 
His aura is white gleaming 
Around him eternal coldness 
But inside he hides a warm shine as he’s waiting to change into spring 
Sorrow and grief are his two companions, he’s older than mankind 
They fear him and the gifts he brings them 
But they know they need him to reanimate creation 
In the circle of nature he was always the most displeasing one 
A scapegoat for the tragedys of life 
And this is the way it will always be