Burning night… last candle died,
Lost and cursed into the void.
Enchanted woods, deep sky above
Sacrifice the fading light…

Free the icy whirlwind, let it form a storm
And feel majestic silence of the gleaming moon
Through the lake of fire come and freeze it down
Create the spell, that’s calling Doom
Hearing the whisper of the Northern Land
Imploring God for mercy to spare your precious life
You have to make a wise choice – be enemy or friend
To fierce Lord of winter might!

I’m born of ancient star,
Which burned the air and died in the sky
An orphaned child of ice I’ve strayed away
And fly (with ravens)
To the high!

I walk alone beneath the sky
And clouds above are deeply grim
The mighty Lord of snow and ice,
In endless Winter, cold and dim
When darkness falls, I speak the words
In search of a good point to watch
And walk with north wind or alone
Observing place I haven't touched

I’m embraced by frozen sighs
Of the winter blizzards
(They charm my soul for a while
By spells of ancient wizards)
I am renewed like a spirit child of the magic frost
I am his craft enchanting all that’s lost
(And on the moonface I am the dew
The flame of stars that thaws the views…)

In the white woods I was born
When Winter took my soul away
Into the green woods I will go
And let my Mistress reign again
When time has come, I’ll make a step
And fall to rest in shadows deep
In cold abyss, awaiting there
From Winter's might to transient sleep...

I am the Frostcraft!

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