A cold wind blows on the icy plain.
Death approaches on a horse with fiery mane.
The winter of despair.
That smell upon the air.
Is all of our hope finally lost.
Is it time to pay the cost.
Skeletal hand reaches for me.
Eyes filled with tears. Cannot see.
He listens not, clutches me, the pain.
Till I go insane.
The end of me.