A wanderer used to hide on the twilight every day
With a torch as only guide, oblivion ruled his mind


The Lord Of The Winter

Once awaken the forest wind, he summons the spirit of this land

Skye's are getting grey, inspiration growing high

On dead leaves I see destiny, it's full of your greediness,

so I know I must stay on this season of cleansing rain
Now the forest whispers my name, comforting me
The shining drops helped me to stay into the waterfalls


Finished the ritual, the wanderer leaves the land
Walking into a serpent path, he harvested the cold


The Lord Of The Winter


To another time, another place...his steps he'll carry on,
to seek the spirit and start the circle again


On dead leaves I see destiny, it's full of your greediness,
so I know I must stay on this season of cleansing rain
Now the forest whispers my name, comforting me

The shining drops helped me to stay into the waterfalls