On the howling wind, you can hear it
In the silence of the long winter night
Bone chilling cold, the life sucking grave
The freezing mistress of the end awaits

And I have seen her, heard her whisper
Begging me to come home
And I long for her, the darkest cold embrace
She will come to take me home

Children see her, in the night
They see things that most cannot
She’s what waits beyond the shadows
She is what fear is made of

And I have seen her, heard her whisper
Begging me to come home
And I long for her, the darkest cold embrace
She will come to take me home

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