On top of the mountains...
In the cold cold waves...
My palace rests on icy waves...
Frozen always with water and haze...



When my carriage comes to a halt...
In the valleys or in the plains...
My laughter and groans simply freeze...
The air above and below my face...

I am a banished queen...
I'll have my revenge...
I shall freeze the world...
With snowy phase...

I am the heart of a frozen ghost...
Who keeps on returning...
Unpleasant and unwelcome...
With whispers of a misty shade...

I like to cool and see you shiver...
The chill so cruel...
And I feel like that ever...
Riding my carriage of frost and snow...
The horses gallop when my fingers move...

But how I feel sometimes lonely...
My mourns echo in the winds that slowly...
The empty vault which secures my heart...
Is surrounded by some frozen thoughts...
A glimpse from the past...
A face, I cherished somewhat...

Now remains behind a window...
With the glass, blurred a little...
I try to see...
I try to find...
A person who had…