Besedila: Throes Of Dawn. Pakkasherra. Winter Romance.

Chrystal snow falls from the
clouds above,
winter the bitterest, I have heard
your lullaby and seen your figure
dance
through the sky, into my arms I
would
take darkness ... blessed and
renamed
my goddess ...(of winter)

From your lips I tasted love
love that was so poisonous
my twisted desires for you
are taking me to sacrifice my soul
for the goddess of winter

winter romance, give me this final
dance, through the falling snow
into the
clouds above, fill me with your love
carry me before the throne
deep into your wintry kingdom

My heart belomgs to thee
my beautiful white winter queen
the pulsating rhythm of heart
beating ... in the silence of
my funeral coffin ...