Upon your slender shoulders A dress of winter snow, Frost pearls gleam brightly Across the boundless plain. In the full moon’s glow You wander through the endless night. Ice maiden, Your soul is empty and cold, Ice maiden, In January’s lace you’re clothed, Ice maiden, So beautiful, yet old — The icy beauty’s heart holds no soul. Flawless like an angel, Yet your chill cuts deeper still Than fire of sharpened steel within. Fragile tears fall rarely From eyes of azure chill To veil your gaze along the endless path. Endlessly you’re free now And nevermore will stir A passionate flame within your chest. And wandering in circles Beneath the shadows’ whisper, Forever pain will linger in your heart. Atone with sorrow, ease the pain And leave this hopeless, barren plain.
