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