Song of the Northland II:
Midwinter

Shadows bear us through the days,
Shivering beneath the Aurora Borealis,
Praying for the sun never to go down,
Wishing for the night never to cease.
Icicles gaze upon our misty forms,
Tying ourselves into red-ribboned cloaks
Amidst clouds of whimsical music,
Flying on frosty sleighs like the bravest of lovers.