As I walk through the masses of snow at this frostbitten winter night.
Sighing forest at the moon flow sends me a taste of natures might.
Ahead mourns the eye of the snowstorm.
Divine appearance of the winter wind.
Snow, piles upon my soul, like Grace from above, Messenger of hope...

My heart beats in sync with the nature.
I wait for the coldest winter.
I am the Snow Soul...

I head my walk to the storm's eye more than complete to praise His name.
Natures mourning set my pulse to rise as I follow steps of His angel's way.
Ahead Kingdom of God in it's grandeur.
Awaiting my soul to enter its halls.
Snow, piles upon my soul, like Grace from above, Messenger of hope...

My heart beats in sync with the nature.
I wait for the coldest winter.
I am the Snow Soul...

Let it Snow... Upon my soul...
I see my troubles come and go.
Your given hope.. Grace from above...
My belief keeps strengthening...

I spread my minds wings and arise towards the sky.
I fulfil all my dreams and to the essence of winter I fly...

To finest of weathers my wings are taking me.
Caress of moon at frozen fields.
Snowflakes floating down, forest of snowbound.
Stars give everything a shine.

Now it's time to rest my mind at this Divine Wintertime.
It's time to rest your mind at this Divine Wintertime.
Winter...
Into the nature's eyes I stare now and feel 'em staring back.
This unity sets me free.
My quest for divinity has lead me here and here I'll stay.
Loving embrace of God.

Now it's time to rest my mind at this Divine Wintertime.
It's time to rest your mind at this Divine Wintertime.

Winter.. Divine... Wintertime...
Divine... Wintertime...

afraid to open my eyes.
Horror of facing the day.

Mist of the morning is fading,
while cancer burn in my bones.
Horror of facing the pain.

Years ago I had plans,
what to do with my life.
But now it all is so futile.

Oh.. again my fears come true
and painkillers are out of effect.
To the pain I must reconcile.

The color of my desperation,
if I wouldn't be heading to Christ.
Would even be darker than now.

My dream is to wake one morning
without these tears of pain.
Oh.. why can't I just die?

The color of my desperation,
if I wouldn't be heading to Christ.
Would even be darker than now.

My dream is to wake one morning
without these tears of pain.
Oh.. why can't I just die?

Through this silent night I've been watching the sky.
I've been following the brightest star with my eyes...
Saviour is born... Rejoice!

I thought this was another night ruled by penetrating darkness,
but the star I saw was a sign of something else.
The star had stopped above this place.
Following it here I found Him.

Holy night of the Saviour's birth, little child in manger.
We respect the spirit of Christmas as we celebrate the Christ Mass...

There He was; a little child, yet glowing with divinity,
I was allowed to kneel before and to worship Him.
With my mind and in my heart.
I could feel He is the Lord.

This was a night of joy but as well a night of grief.
Herod gave an order to kill 'cause his fear for this King..
Saviour is born.. Rejoice!

For my eyes have seen Your salvation which You have prepared,
in the sight of all people, a light for revelation,
to the Gentiles and for Glory,
to Your people Israel. -Luke 2:30-32

Holy night of the Saviour's birth, little child in manger.
We respect the spirit of Christmas as we celebrate the Christ Mass...
Christ Mass...