On this magical dawn the colors of the autumn are reflected by a lightnA light that has been captured for years in oblivionnnCircles of wind are raging nownAnd so his powers are slowly dyingnBefore the coldness rapes the landsnHis spirit is wandering into the night, to die!nnAnd he heard chimes ahead playing these enchanted notes,nThat lead him into a wooden cabin, where he could rest for the nightnnOver the mountainsnHe had travelednAcross the oceansnDeep in the nightnNow when it's time tonSay last farewellsnShow us your powernShow us your might, gift from the skynnHis eyes can see it so clearly nownBut his restless mind cannot sense it in the airnnThe white storm is close!nnAnd his powers gained in this mystical place more than he ever possessed before.nSo now he could rule the realms of ice, once again!