In winter she is present, alive, and vibrant
But during all other seasons, she sleeps
The Winter Queen has the deepest dreams
Waking upon awareness of the first hard frost
And she gathers her tribe, preparing the hunt
Upon the snowfield with her stalk the polar bears
And hawks and owls join in the misty air aloft
Her tribe will serve their queen, she is majestic
Her being regal, her looks divine, her skin so soft
Her enemies are driven away, fleeing in despair
Unable to fight, unable to defeat her in any way
The short winter days are still glorious and fair
Like the queen's own being, the cold calls to her
The echoes in the wind of past lovers call her name
Her spirit is mighty, and it will not be tamed
