And so does the downhearted tune   Resound through this murky night   And the wind groan its wistful song   For the ill-lucked dwellers in plight      These two round-shouldered figures   Forward slowly through this grey day   Under the fores'ts white canopy   Out of the drifting snow's way      With rime dressed-faces they wander   With guilt carved-hearts they flee   With grim stained-minds they hover   Between hope and despair      With rime dressed-faces they wander   With guilt carved-hearts they flee   With grim stained-minds they ponder   If they ever be free of their sins      May the stars become my eyes   And the wind become my hearing   Let them guide us through   These pitch-dark mornings      May the snowfall end   And the shining moon rise   So we can find our way out   From these all-consuming nights      Underneath the blanket of stars   Embraced by another cold night   Two round-shouldered figures   Leave these shores behind      Quietly they wonder   If they ever will see the light   They now lose in their shadows   Owe to the darkest of nights