Pakkasherra — Throes of Dawn

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