Frost

Waiting for dawn on the snow-covered tundra

Your foes lying dead at your feet

Look to the sky for a good star to guide you

And pray that the morning you'll meet



Tresses of fire

Skin white as snow

Promising pleasure

She brings only woe



In the far northern reaches

Where dark mountains rise high

Enchantress beseeches

That you give up your life



Look to the sky for a good star to guide

And pray that the morning you'll meet



Witch of the wastes

Dancing on snows

Lord of the gallows

Takes what he's owed

A wisp of gossamer is all that remains...