in the cold , everything was been told..
scene to the scene , scaffold.
thy darkness thou we bereth,
shaddy, through the wind making me cold.
realise that real lies..
death, bereth o' blindfold.
as wee been told, there's hell of cold,
let we just keep it bold,
greeny dready we hold,
blindfold, scaffold in cold,
knoweth is me better not knoweth,
loveth, knoweth under a bereth,
who not knoweth not loveth..
~hold one, help one, one