Beware the breath of winters here, frozen pride, a mask of fear. Something wicked this way comes.

And the angels disappear, holy but afraid. The breath of death is near,sorrow. Sinister of pain, emotional unsave. Far away bells toll, holy lord.

In a wish I see, solid mem ories, thunder and rage, please turn the page. Frozen planet in your eyes, judge and jury rules this time. Awaken from the depths of earth, a vision rules you from your birth.

And the angels disappear, holy but afraid. The breath of death is near. Sorrow, sorrow in your eyes. Haunted things awaken rise. Run, run, run my son, though thy will be done.