Tekster: 4th Dimension. The White Path To Rebirth. Winter's Gone.

Dawn is breaking on these woods cast deep in shades of doom
My road is long, the end so vague, I?m praying to be true
All around a world of ice, so cold and torn apart
I?m trailing on a path of old forsaking days of loss

There came an eerie wind, a calling from the north
The urge to learn the answer to a question left untold

Winter?s gone ? and I?m left alone
Winterborn ? Father, hearken my call
Truth?s been waiting, patient, unnumbered years
Countless days I wasted shedding unnumbered tears
Winter?s gone...

Fragments of reality, the shards of a past long gone
Stars and moon, the vault beyond, a poem carved in stone
Virgin whiteness, ancient beauty, a glimpse of Winter?s Heart
Dreams they fade yet lore arcane sustains my mortal faith

The coldest night, His lost domain, my oath upon a ring
Rhymes renewed for ages, soon I will fulfil...

Winterborn ? No, I?m not alone
Winter?s Gone ? His essence still flows
Snow keeps falling, whirling, spiralling high
So are falling, cleansing, clear tears of ice from my eyes...

Winterborn ? I?m one with His world
Winter?s blood ? Scarlet stains on the snow
Still she?s falling, daughter of ashen skies
I?m falling, falling, close to the light
I feel whole?
I am snow?