Life freezes over when silence reigns the night    and darkness fills the day    Flying...my sun is your moon    As brushed black hair is walking   through snow-white fields    Behold thy life in me    Did He who made the Lamb make thee?       Winds breathing colder and eyes all full of fright   frigidity´s astray   Hunting...my night is your day    While snow-white hair is flying   through dark black woods    Behold my life in thee   Did He smile His work to see?       Chorus   Icy I see I see me    In you am I    eye see eyes    I see flies    around thighs around me    Icy tie's    around me around you       And tear our pleasures with rough strife    thorough the iron gates of life    and your quaint honour turn to dust   and into ashes all my lust    the grave´s a fine and private place   but none, I think, do there embrace       Chorus