From the heart of northern storms

after several lifetimes go by

I, the coldness arise



Touching the sky, turning the light

to frosty shine, forming to frost

I am a ghost, the lord of frost



wolves call my name-

Pakkasherra

I am the northern wind-

Pakkasherra



With the black wings of light

I fly to the castle of mine

higher to the mountains

deeper to the woods

to the cold heart of moon