Winter
At the highest mountains of Unknown
Betula, the Queen, is waiting...
For the bard that is awakening!
Now the shores will be threatened
By the fury of lust desires
Rises a red moon in spring
The beast had born in the fire...
At the desert, he feels sick
With her harp in his hands
He tries to reach southern lands
The twins are with him now
And it knows all his thoughts
But don't know about his love...
Don't know about his love...
Don't know about his love...
(HI-BRAZIL - 2008)
