1. THE WIND BRINGS ME CRIES

In this icy morning
Though light feeds up the corners
Darkness reigns the essence
Of the snow that never stops

And a gust of chilling wind will caress your shocked face

So gentle and so cold
That my soul will freeze like frost

For only an icy soul would bear the weight of last days
Filled up with tragedy by the fastest hand of gale

The Queen of Winter sent us her lords of cruel elements
And showed who is the mistress of every mortal fate
Snow covered corpses lie in my head in my dreams
And only the strongest or luckiest can today feel this wind

The hardest days of the Hardest Season we shall never forget
The absence of gone ones will remind us to take care

And a gust of chilling wind will caress your shocked face

I'm sure that every winter, the wind will bring their names

Years have passed and their winters too
And the wind still brings me cries


2. LADY LAKE

Don't cross the wood, they told me
Advising of something unknown

So many have never returned
But why so many have gone?

But that something has called me
From the heart of the Thick Wicked

I have caught weapons and valour
To cross it and reach its hidden heart

So thick it is as its name says
So deep as the blackest of wolf throat

Strange sounds worry my soul
But my desire grows stronger every step

At last a frozen lake lies before me
With hundreds of ice statues on it
All of them look at the bottom of this lake
So my eyes soon follow them

A beautiful frozen face under the surface
Enchants my heart my soul
Bit by bit my body freezes
Letting this be an immortal love
I could be here for millenniums
Contemplating her face...

The gallery lies so beautiful
More to be called
To make the collection grow


3. IN BLOOM

I run along ignoring my parents' pleadings for me to come back
And I don't turn around for new voices are calling me outside

Childhood years I leave behind to become a man in the same way
The buds of plants grow in the melting snow

I'm departing from my home knowing that its fire will always be lit for me
This fire I bring inside to lit every fire I'll build

For my body and my soul are in bloom like this spring day
When life shouts my name to explore the world around

Never forget, my son, your mother's cry
Always remember it when in the future your sons will depart
Build your new home with the tools we have given to you
Now you must go but never follow other light than yours

Great mountains and great valleys, great rivers and great towns
Are waiting for my eyes to see their wonders inside

You must know, my son, that the sun won't always shine for you
And that many nights, my dear, nightmares will crawl in your dreams
Beware of the wolves that will stalk you hidden into shadows
Keep always sharp your sword when your children need a strong and steady hand

I've filled up my bag with my father's words and my mother's kisses
I dream of tomorrow for the world now is in bloom

After many springs those words have been within me
In the nights when the moon was my only companion

And alone in those cruel nights
Threatening to extinguish my parent's flame
I finally realised of their words, their meaning essence

World has killed all my foulness
Pain has made me a man like my father

I'm in bloom like all beings in spring
I'm prepared to pass my legacy

Never forget, my son, your mother's cry
Build your new home with the tools we have given to you

Great mountains and great valleys, great rivers and great towns
Are waiting for your eyes to see their wonders inside

You must know, my son, that the sun won't always shine for you
Keep always sharp your sword when your children need a strong and steady hand

Now that my son is in bloom I use my parents' wise words
And let the new generation go free away


4. THE TOUCH OF THE MORNING SUN

I have walked upon a thousand paths of deep darkness and pain
And my soul is drowned in the thousand nights cold under a black tears rain

And their dark has murdered thousand flowers
Painted with thousand colours in the Forgotten Garden

Wandering through the mist, walking lost at night I have lighted a flame
A light that no wind nor rain, no night nor frost would manage to fade

And when nights fell its light was my only escort
Only its heat kept in me the hope

From its light a thousand flowers will be born
By the Touch of the Morning Sun

Winter's caressed with its hand the flowers and trees in the Forgotten Garden
And with its dark and cold fingers has torn its precious petals and leaves away

The falling leaves have showed the path where the night has spread its cloak
Its withered petals have covered me and shielded me from the wind, cold and rain of the night

Now I feel that lord sun stabs with its rays the dark black night
And I feel how its heat passes through the branches and leaves of the dead trees

The Touch of the Morning Sun
Will caress my face
The Touch of the Morning Sun
Will drown the tears

The Touch of the Morning Sun
Will wake a new summer
The Touch of the Morning Sun
Will revive my withered spirit