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