Angels are lost in the sooted fog
 Of a million falling dots on a disc of mud
 All the closets forgotten
 All the lakes are frozen

 Well, if internal winter
 If internal snow
 I'll have a Turkish Delight
 I've got the freeze
 They offer me holy wine
 It gets me through the night

 The moon lingers on and shines down
 Upon the shroud that covers both the living and the dead
 Of a forgotten empire
 Better kneel, better kneel down
 Before the lady
 Shadowing the sun

 And if eternal winter
 If eternal snow
 I'll have a Turkish Delight
 I've got the freeze
 They offer me holy wine
 It's get me through the night

 Everybody's hungry for more and more and more
 Even though they know that Maugrim is at the door
 Everybody thought they could make it on their own
 But I've seen them turn into stone

 Everybody thought they could make it on their own
 But I've seen them turn into stone