(The coldest of evil prevails)

Welcome to the residents of ideas of the cold
We have mind the mind of sinners and the hearts of ice and gold

Our wishes, dreams are sacred, they go round all the worlds
They come true because in somewhere someone suffers or gets old

Never feel another's problems, it's not worth a pin
You will see the universe, that never you have seen
Now your eyes are opened, and you keep in bloody hands
Broken glass, that was the barrier between you and your regret