• Cold be thy body, and still be thy heart,
    And cold be your end right from the start.

    Never again shall you wake from your slumber,
    As your corpse rots as it goes under.

    While demons rejoice, the Heavens shall cry,
    In the darkest of nights as you lie,

    The cold descends and all warmth is gone,
    And you become the chorus of Death's new song.