(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