Timshel

                                  Cold is the water

It freezes your already cold mind

Already cold, cold mind

And death is at your doorstep

And it will steal your innocence

But it will not steal your substance



But you are not alone in this

And you are not alone in this

As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand

Hold your hand



And you are the mother

The mother of your baby child

The one to whom you gave life

And you have your choices

And these are what make man great

His ladder to the stars



But you are not alone in this

And you are not alone in this

As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand

Hold your hand



But I will tell the night

And whisper, "Lose your sight"

But I can't move the mountains for you