In the shades he finds protection, he’s a fallen angel on the runnThe night welcomes him like a lost sonnAs he’s walking under his brother moonlightnNobody knows where he’s coming fromnHis breath is freezing the branches of the treesnAnd his eyes are almost perforating the environment around himnn[Chorus]nHe sets the world under icenHis aura is white gleamingnAround him eternal coldnessnnBut inside he hides a warm shine as he’s waiting to change into springnSorrow and grief are his two companions, he’s older than mankindnThey fear him and the gifts he brings themnBut they know they need him to reanimate creationnIn the circle of nature he was always the most displeasing onennA scapegoat for the tragedies of lifenAnd this is the way it will always ben