High on a snow-covered mountain

From her throne she looks down at the clowns 

Who think youth can be found in a fountain



High on the wings of her rhythms

She will smile at the guys who come on with their eyes

But she'll never dance with them



And in smoke-filled rooms of electric sound

A legend is built around

The Snow Queen



You may believe you're a winner

But with her you will soon bite the dust

And discover you're just a beginner



You may not think you're a loser

But in mid-air you'll be hung while you trip on your tongue

And it'll only amuse her



In the morning air you are frozen there

Caught in the icy stare of

The Snow Queen



No, my friend, she doesn't want what you're selling

My friend, there must be a place you can hide

And into the night you'll fade, knowing you lost the game

And just how she got her name of

The Snow Queen