There are those who gather wood

When the mountaintops turn white

There are those who sulk scared

At the first sign of wintry spite

But I revel in the glorious sight

Of a snowstorm approaching by night

Winter enthroned is my lord and liege

I was born of its freezing heartbeat

There are those who are afraid of the night

cowering at the sound of wolverine howls'

There are those who are not at ease

When the moon is full and the hunt is on

But I revel in the glorious sight

Of a snowstorm approaching by night

Winter enthroned is my lord and liege

I was born of its freezing heartbeat

There are those who gather round the hearth

Telling tales to entertain their fears

There are those who are daunted in shame

When marches in winter cruel cavalcade

But I revel in the glorious sight

Of a snowstorm approaching by night

Winter enthroned is my lord and liege

I was born of its freezing heartbeat