In the depth of the Winternight I see flickers of the true world In hope to hear the singing of the spirits I’m standing in the Twilight Forest, swathed with snow, for hours
My thoughts rise up When I stand on the ground covered by the white frost I’m waiting for the Midwinter For the time, when the edge between the dimensions is so frail
Having got the hand through the air You can sense it’s waving Drowned hands in the waves You can feel breathing of the spirits
It’s snowing harder and harder The strings between the worlds are stronger You may just hold them To feel the truth of what is happening To realize the fault of the world in whole measure To throw away senseless human prejudices
Oh, mighty Winternight Take me to your embrace It’s hard to see the surrounding reality Oh, night of the raging winds Help the others to open the eyes, to rise from the knees Give me the power to take up the blade of frosty flame For the fight with trust of one