In the snowy plains,
Upon the icy Russian lands,
Lives a spirit,
Whose soul is full of coldness.

The spirit was a Russian General,
Who commanded an army,
And had a wife and a son,
He loved them both with all of his beating heart.

One day,
There was a terrible blizzard,
And the army was fighting their rivals,
The General gave commands.

He met his demise,
By the raging blizzard,
Frozen to death,
Only feeling the revengeful coldness.

Now he roams the Russian nights,
Making horrifying blizzards,
Not showing any mercy to anyone,
Forever on the Russian snowy plains