Here I stand, All cold and alone.
Alone as can be, and chilled to the bone.
Dark and despaired, alone and cold
The days grow dark, the nights grow bold.
Here I stand, afraid and alone no one is left, but me and my bones.
When the night rules and the day sleeps
and nothing is left, but just me.
I will find that the breeze, will carry me to set me free, away from here and this dark place, to escape death in his face.
