He bares his arms in slumber,
Till December.

He owns the world,
While the wind accompanies him.
Blowing a storm till late night ends
And whisper,"I'm comming."

He awaits his queen,
For no one ever seen.
For his tower lasts for an hour,
For all he has is power.
To change day and make it nights
He freezes the months
To hold his throne.
And preserve life of how it is.

So every year his life slips
Into a fairy tale.
When his love is frozen deep within a lake.
Drifting silently,
their image in a locked away.
Dreaming one day,
To Find the key to a new life.
I'll find you my love.
I'll find you.