In the Depths of Winter

Hans and Liam caught in the depths of winter Hans is succumbing cold to the center He is sharpening his death spades Do you see the frost giant slowly coming for me He will cut me asunder with his blades They're snow drifts a grove with icicles in the trees I see an army of icy dwarfs all sparkling eyed Silver blue and fire they breathe I must disrobe before I burn inside It is the moonlit snow a cold fog beneath The snow queen has sent her stinging bees Her wintery eyes are set on me they do glow gold There is hope brother there is fire beyond the freeze and it is only flakes in the wind and not death’s cold