From the heart of northern storms
after several lifetimes go by
I, the coldness arise

Touching the sky, turning the light
to frosty shine, forming to frost
I am a ghost, the lord of frost

wolves call my name-
Pakkasherra
I am the northern wind-
Pakkasherra

With the black wings of light
I fly to the castle of mine
higher to the mountains
deeper to the woods
to the cold heart of moon