I woke up this night - Three days before a bastard's born. Ice-flowers blossom at my window, Bend their heads against the storm. The world hides 'neath its pillow. Yet I left my home Welcomed by white landscapes, Renewed and free to roam. I leave the streets behind Begrimed by grey-dyed mud, Seeking for a place Where the ice is still uncut. I look through astral mirrors Learning what it teaches me, Telling me a fairy tale Of how it used to be: "So let me tell My winter tale Of a time long passed" Wintertale! Open your clouds. The one to be a toy, The others a shroud. Take me away Where the snow was born, Winter tale! To be my home. "At Midwinter solstice The sun eclipsed forever. Ice rules again Till the twilight of thy gods. Mankind fades away With its ideas thought out that clever. Dark skies Descend above the land. Ravens built a nest Within the dome of Cologne Fallen to ruins As sleet draws upon. All their sold out wisdom Locked beneath the frozen Rhine. I walk this blackened scenery, Amused by its decline!" "So it will end, My Wintertale."