Timshel
Cold is the waterIt freezes your already cold mindAlready cold, cold mindAnd death is at your doorstepAnd it will steal your innocenceBut it will not steal your substance
But you are not alone in thisAnd you are not alone in thisAs brothers we will standand we'll hold your handHold your hand
And you are the motherThe mother of your baby childThe one to whom you gave lifeAnd you have your choicesAnd these are what make man greatHis ladder to the stars
But you are not alone in thisAnd you are not alone in thisAs brothers we will standand we'll hold your handHold your hand
And I will tell the nightAnd whisper, "Lose your sight"But I can't move the mountains for you