Messenger of hope... My heart beats in sync with the nature. I wait for the coldest winter. I am the Snow Soul... Let it Snow... Upon my soul... I
fatal arrow, A sniggering gnome's Caught in the snow. He's sneering me down, His mind snow-bound, He is my lot, A snake in the snow. His smouldering soul
Dominion of Dreams His Wings was Covered by Snow Deep in his Soul - The Wind Blew By the riddle and Wisdom A Hunt for Nocturnal Grace Souls were Heading
The light has killed my deepest emotions My thoughts are as snowed winterfields I am one with the pit, enemy of the Sun Immortal is what I will become
position, Death collision was futuristic, twisting riches But there is only one way to make mo' So I'm standing on the corner trying to hustle in the snow
From the ancient race of the immortals We enjoy the moon, us its eternal vassals Pondering our lost humanity Forever fated to wander the obscurity Hunters
... look far, and tell me what you see. XERXES: I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-crowned mountains... a
spirit-eyes, Xerxes... look far, and tell me what you see. [XERXES:] I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-crowned
your spirit-eyes, Xerxes... look far, and tell me what you see. XERXES: I see a land far to the north... a vast empire of dark endless moors and snow-
skies I shrug off the shroud of preternatural sleep Enbroided by these words Malaresia scribed Beauty slept and angels wept For Her immortal soul In
Blackened earth before me Creeping fog in my way Lurking through the shadows Of another day My hearts the darkened one my Soul on ice Into the world before
on A legion of forgotten souls An army of heathen flesh Riding hellion horses The midnight sky is our home We are possessed, we are immortal We are the
Blue Flamed Fire's been burning in my soul for so long Still I've always been myself; nothing less and nothing more I lift myself up from the snow and
soul; ..with heart open wide I walk in.." I close my eyes and let the wind embrace with it's flow; As I sence warmth commece in within. I walk alone in the snow
Cold January morning at the northern land White frost embraces the dawn Cold nature awaking under the veil of snow With the first beams of light Cold
caress my eyes The white spruce forest swaying By the rhythm of the wind I stare with sweet melancholy Its snowy pride and green beauty Crust of snow