The pale words on the lips of winter Echoing in the whirling dusk Circling the shroud of this temple The fallen snow quiet as the sky The storm made its shelter Where the mist hovered paths "Where she wanders, endlessly Opening magickal pathways" Clothed in the glare of winter moons And the endless summer nights Her hair like floating stream Lonely gilded rooms of autumn in her eyes We are eternally returning Where her dreaming steps resound Under the grey wooden lid sealed by ever-frost A coffin cloaked in white by the first snow Where autumn leaves fell Like words unspoken Torn from the Dire Womb of winter