A cold chilling frost is in the air
I look up and see the first icy stair
I walk up and up to a very high hight
I guide my soul through the cold winter night
The clouds are right at my finger tips
The freezing cold breeze kissing my lips
A halo of gold placed on my head
I will never again taste the sweetness of bread
This night is the last I will see of my house
As I climb the icy stairs, quiet as a mouse