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 



(With excerpts from William Blake´s "The Tyger" and Andrew Marvell´s "To His Coy Mistress")