The frost comes, hand in hand with dawn.
It turns all lakes into mirrors,
reflecting the moon.

Freezing storms of snow,
come let me feel your purity.
Freezing storms of snow,
may you whine herefor eternity.

As I walk through the frostbitten forests
I get enchanted by the harshness,
alive by the chill and almighty
by my solitariness.

There is not a more
as far as the eye can see.
Frej, god of seasons!
Let this forever be.

In this desolated land I am everything.

Freezing storms of snow,
come let me feel your purity.
Freezing storms of snow,
may you whine herefor eternity.

Let me be enchanted by the harshness,
alive by the chill and almighty,
by my solitariness.

In this desolated land I am everything.