Your face is gaunt (The falling snow)
Your skin is pale (Clouds my sight)
Your arms are slender (The howling winds)
Your body frail (Pierce the night)
Who are you to defy?
Who are you to stay?
I sent the frost (to chill my bones)
And the gale (to whip my clothes)
I sent the ice (to freeze my hands)
But still you will not leave this land
When all else has withered
When all else has died
You alone, maiden of the forest,
Stand against the northern wind