Good mourning Mr. Sleepy
My name is Winter Cold
I'll freeze the heart you're loving
To wound your mortal soul
Believe my little friend
You're blind and you don't know [bad word] to an end
And you are gone
Her love is like a candle
Weeping in the wind
Blow out its flame
It's easy [bad word] sins
Farewell for ever
Thousands needles in my heart
Get me some poison
No more lies
Good mourning Mr. Sleepy
Stare at this stormy sunset
The veil of [bad word] creeping
Like a disgusting insect
Believe my little friend
Her heart is turned to stone [bad word] to an end
She's false to the bone