Greet me ice queen in spite Of favors once sung by ravers reared on newsboys Learned in hungarian by Greek historians Hearing is an art for the lyric impaired computer dignitaire Post a new verse, you shakespearean curse And so the heritage bough will grow And so the heritage bough will grow Dont be a bear Decline measures put forth in ledgers Meek by design from refineries Unnamed for holidays Cup a leaf in part hoods of redwoods Carve me among the pawns Well meaning sorts give ears to discord And so the heritage bough will grow And so the heritage bough will grow You sleep instead tonight While wolves take the arts of displeasure What once was fair and divine You misplaced with the parts of a devil who made you unfaithful Secretly the cups of children Hanged as wreaths Coined as beasts Row in tandem Nicer hours Adorned with sour looks and poses Keeping march, frame, and arch We too are hunted Harmed by swarms But charmed by froggers North by fours Pinched by thorns Through moors and heather Chimney dust Sprinkles the dutch Disheartened sweepers Caked with snow Ice it spreads While longing lingers