• The sun is hidden from our gaze,
    The chilly winds bite through our clothes,
    We hunt along this snowy maze,
    Yet where we are, nobody knows.
    Frostbite creeps through our skin,
    Our eyes see nothing and everything,
    The snow faeries whisper of their kin,
    Such soft, sweet songs they are to sing.
    I feel warmth seep through our bones,
    I lie upon our snowy grave,
    I hear the wind give one last moan,
    Then I sleep forever in my snowy cave.