• The storm is almost over
    This place is tinted cold
    I sit here by the frosted pane
    As the squall tells me its old

    I am the one who freezes your blood
    And make men fall deep in sleep
    Find cracks in your shelters
    And turn the boldest into sheep

    I stop a river's music
    Cover the Earth in white glass
    Sing like an albino wolf around chimneys
    And stop a ship in its tracks

    But its voice is but a whisper
    A snowflake on the tongue
    It melts away and softly
    Comes the breaking dawn