within the winter woods
dwells a place that none should go
a heaven to devils and immortal hell
to anyone with a soul to sell
in this frozen forest
shadows creep with bad intent

in the streets a pauper weeps all alone forever in torment
trudging though the freezing cold and heading towards his place of sorrow

all is lost and it is time for him to go where few have survived
he doesn't seem to be alive entering a path into the darkness

there is no way out when you enter the devils bin
no way to return to this life of sin
a promise made to a god that lives below
as fresh blood flies across new fallen snow