Open the stormwings over the night when the dusk of the thorns, in the sky the clouds are
burning when the moonlit shines on the winter.
Grace...time in winter heaven`s burn when the strangers are counting for winds...shadows
of whisper rises, on the darkened sky.
[Speak:] Hear the winds of the sky, I am the winter moonlight.
War time and terror...war time cause` I am winter the moonlight in enthroned sky,
whispering like heaven, burning as clouds, from the skies of mist is the winter.
[Speak:] Heaven`s are burning over my sight when the northwind storms on the
winds...nightbird is calling, when christ fire is burning.
Open the wings on the winterday, I am the wings of the night calling them.
[Speak:] Life is the time when the clouds upon of me burning high.
I am the winter, calling the daylight, I am the winter moonlight, heaven`s storms suffer
and burning when the enthroned sky like a mist.
