Waiting for dawn on the snow-covered tundra
Your foes lying dead at your feet
Look to the sky for a good star to guide you

And pray that the morning you'll meet

Tresses of fire

Skin white as snow
Promising pleasure
She brings only woe


In the far northern reaches
Where dark mountains rise high

Enchantress beseeches
That you give up your life


Look to the sky for a good star to guide
And pray that the morning you'll meet


Witch of the wastes
Dancing on snows
Lord of the gallows

Takes what he's owed
A wisp of gossamer is all that remains...