Bit of a mist, churning in creation, destruction or bliss.
Chaotic winds as the storm descends, make amends for the reasons before the prophecy begins.
Freezing from the north, washed from the south, churning vortex destroying who misuse their mouth.
Omen of cleansing, search in the world and find what we are missing.
Protect our loved ones, work together keep wishing.
Hope to survive the ice storm, sky glistening, sight blurred but yet sifting.
See what you must to complete the mission, build your foundation to the future and hope they listen.
Winter's Kiss, the voice the world's been missing.