O priestess of cold!
Where are you now?
Devotion, avowal, howl of wind at dawn
Horn blows sombre o’er the valley
December’s members remember
Praying away as sun forgets to rise
He remembers your demise and sighs a cyclone
His icicle throne, in spite of its lonesome facade
is thawing into shards of frosty facets
Costly assets render all around worthless
End of all