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On this magical dawn the colors of the autumn are reflected by a light

A light that has been captured for years in oblivion

Circles of wind are raging now

and so his powers are slowly dying

Before the coldness rapes the land

his spirit is wandering into the night... to DIE!

Over the mountains

he had traveled

Across the oceans

deep in the night

Now when it's time to

say last farewells

show us your power

show us your mighty

gift from the sky

His eyes can see it so clearly now

but his restless mind cannot sense it in the air

THE WHITE STORM IS CLOSE!

...and his powers gained in this mystical place more than

he ever possessed before.

So now he could rule the realms of ice... ONCE AGAIN!