Three winters, three winters, three winters; they come
The long winter and its children walk the world
We pathfinders, we wardens, we wraiths
We children of the long winter
The vastness of the cold imposes itself on anyone caught within, but not us. Never us.
Winter is the only home and mother we know. Life has taught us that; we live as wraiths do.
Flickering shadows out on the ice. We dance for you as you wander our lands, and we point.
Guide posts and guardians. At once your shelter, and the one who could damn you. Can you see?
We're so close, and yet we are not. Come close and be chilled. Ice blood is in our veins.
And yet we cry warm tears for that which has been lost.
Humanity is a sweet gift that everyone squanders. We never got the chance.
The Fates clipped our threads, but did not cut them. Living death. Emptiness and the winter fill us.
You, the guided, think us salva