Songtexte: Catamenia. Land of the Autumn Winds.

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.