With every winter she approaches me*
So that our lands are sown with cold
And while I long for her revival
Bright visions of dreams and bitterness
They distract my thoughts< br/>In the kingdoms of ice I disappear
Bewitched by her cold magic
On the paths of winter and solitude
Which she wove for me
With her white fingers
And as I approach to bow and kneel
Before the ice queen from long ago
The longing wind whispers her voice to me
Through the branches of the dark pines of old
It carries her sorrow
Outside mortal reach
Her holy throne stands
Two white wolves under her feet
In her silver majesty
We meet again
"With each winter I take your hand
Fly with me over the mountains of solitude and death"
Dying in the shameless beauty
of your dying breath