Waiting for dawn on the snow-covered tundra   Your foes lying dead at your feet   Look to the sky for a good star to guide you   And pray that the morning you'll meet      Tresses of fire   Skin white as snow   Promising pleasure   She brings only woe      In the far northern reaches   Where dark mountains rise high   Enchantress beseeches   That you give up your life      Witch of the wastes   Dancing on snows   Lord of the gallows   Takes what he's owed   A wisp of gossamer is all that remains...