I open my eyes 
I see the sun shining through the night 
The light that blinds Reflex the fear thet I have no time 
I watch the leaves 
I see the glance shining icy bright 
The day [bad word] 
I step outside facing darker side 

Warmth keeps fading 
Frost is cutting 
Air I’m breathing 
Death cold feeling 
Now I see the hordes [bad word] 
I’m still living! 

Face of the Winterking 
White frost on the fields 
Creeps into the souls 
Force of the Winterreal 
Across the clear blue sky 
The reign of snow will rise 

Battle begins 
Our Blades are sharp and against the foe 
We march out 
Mellow men fight aginst time 
The field is lost 
Save your souls from the Winterking 
Leave this place 
Cause your damned and you fight in vain 

Time [bad word] out 
I am old and tired 
Afraid of dying reckless 
Golden light admired 
The King’s sword is grazing me 
Remorsefulness desired 

He covers the skies 
Looks out the sun brings us endless nights 
 [bad word] of ice 
Collects the souls of the fallen knights 
The fields is lost 
Save tour souls froms the Winterking 
Leave this place 
Cause your damned and you fight in vain