| 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 | |
| [Refr:] | |
| 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 tragedies of life | |
| And this is the way it will always be |