Endless snowfields drowned in silence
Growned by old trees grim and cold as ice
On the far north darkness is awaking
Only one being feels its' calling
She is a pilgrim to eternal storms
Lured by winds, carried by wolves into the blizzard she
Ventures, towards the vortex
She feels the evil that awaits ahead
Whirling masses of snow
Powers driven from space
And this cosmic pain
Was it before and after her days?
In this night it condense in this blizzard
The interstellar force, a way to oblivion
Shining stars... tears of space
She grasps them gently and plait in her ravenous hair
Slowly she walks among the lonely
Carrying storm's black seed, til another dawn casts her into day