Timshel

Cold is the water

It freezes your already cold mind

Already cold, cold mindAnd death is at your doorstep

And it will steal your innocence

But it will not steal your substanceBut you are not alone in this

And you are not alone in this

As brothers we will stand

And we'll hold your hand

Hold your handAnd you are the mother

The mother of your baby child

The one to whom you gave lifeAnd you have your choices

And these are what make man great

His ladder to the starsBut you are not alone in this

And you are not alone in this

As brothers we will stand

And we'll hold your hand

Hold your handAnd I will tell the night

And whisper, "Lose your sight"

But I can't move the mountains for you