I look around in the black of night
Searching, searching, searching,
Searching for a way out
A way out of the bitter, black hole before me
The twisting, twisting, twisting,
Twisting and turning around that wind around in my head
Misleading me into the direction of fate
The rumble, rumble, rumble,
Rumble and crash of the disrupt thunder shakes the earth
Thrills my heart with its loud, sharp voice
The wind chill grows and grows with fury
Spites those who appose its harsh hand with a great passion
It grows quite
Then, absolute silence
