There's a coldness in the air I, me, mine! does not remember, From this place in that time, before.

There's a coldness in these people, I remember, in this place, But it feels jagged now, Full of icy points Ready to rip Tear Cut you up Not ice you out.

There's a worry in people's faces, too, They don't look at you too long like don't know whom they're looking at like they are scared to look too long like they are scared to look at all.

And you, my dark friend, might just be A Very Wrong Person to look at after all.

There is a coldness in the air in these people in this land There's a coldness in the air And it is not just the air.