Cold song
Simon, Roger :
What power art rhou who from below
Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow
Ruhan :
From beds of ever lasting snow ?
Tous :
See’st thou not how stiff and wondrous old
Far far unfit to bear the bitter cold
I can scarcely move or draw my breath
Can scarcely move or draw my breath
Let me, let me, let me freeze again
Let me, let me freeze again to death
Let me, let me freeze again to death