Awakened by the hands of Autumn

The hands which made me sleep

Was a shadow vague yet deep



A creature, spine of the essence

Drifting in the wind, clad as Sin

The force behind my cause

The hands that fold me within



Awakened beneath a restless sky

By mountains which darken the day

Shadows, spiritual dust of my fathers

- The heart and soul of my way -



A creature, spine of the essence

Drifting in the wind, clad as Sin

The force behind my cause

Grim token of the path within



The Winterway

Leads us through the coldest night

The Winterway

To be walked by all men of might



Behold the ice on the big seas

The summits and the naked trees

Ashore the bay through the rough Winterway