Now in this land of ice 
we pay for every vice 
Frozen in the snow 
each pleasure it goes 
Each lust and desire 
frozen every fire 
So we await our fate 
in this frozen waste 
But though the ice winds blow 
leave us in the snow 
Our evil is not spent 
we do not repent 
So if a saviour comes 
our vice will not have run 
The ice and the storm 
leaves us unreformed 
So we await our fate 
in the frozen waste