In the shades he finds protection, he's a fallen angel on [bad word] The night [bad word] him like a lost son
As he's walking under his brother moonlight
Nobody knows where [bad word] from
His breath is freezing the branches of the trees
And his eyes are almost perforating the environment around him

He sets the world under ice
His aura is white gleaming
Around him eternal coldness

But inside he hides a warm shine as he's waiting to change into spring
Sorrow and grief are his [bad word]  he's older than mankind
They fear him and the gifts he brings them
But they know they need him to reanimate creation
In the circle of nature he was always the most displeasing one

scapegoat for the tragedies of life 
And this is the way it will always be