원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
Hear the whisper of north land
frozen, soulless spirit sleeps
heathen people in the winter
prays mark of gathering.
Autumn winds be gone
will-o-the wisp, blaze of the night.
Mystic land of the autumn winds
shall meet the fate
rivers no longer revive and the trees die away.
