Winter and winter, for I have never felt
Longs night, for I have dwelt and dwelt
And has breeze touched and flown by;
And the cheeks have cried for my and my
Do the skin feel, when I ***** and fry
And the moisture felt I have, was dry

True things for my ears heard, for my fate
For lies have spoken my lips, love yet hate
And underneath the flesh, knives crawl
For the pain is not felt, what for I brawl
Death wasn't it was, for I could speak
Mute are deceased, false is my beak

For my fate, it is not death yet worse
Mourn I do is summer and some remorse
Cause winds float for not me rather I know not
Never has the skin felt cold and something hot
For unknown I seem by this strange blow
Numb for I am, unknown or do I know?