Life freezes over when silence reigns the night

and darkness fills the day

Flying...my sun is your moon

As brushed black hair is walking

through snow-white fields

Behold thy life in me

Did He who made the Lamb make thee?

Winds breathing colder and eyes all full of fright

frigidityÃ''s astray

Hunting...my night is your day

While snow-white hair is flying

through dark black woods

Behold my life in thee

Did He smile His work to see?

Chorus

Icy I see I see me

In you am I

eye see eyes

I see flies

around thighs around me

Icy tie's

around me around you

And tear our pleasures with rough strife

thorough the iron gates of life

and your quaint honour turn to dust

and into ashes all my lust

the graveÃ''s a fine and private place

but none, I think, do there embrace

Chorus

(With excerpts from William BlakeÃ''s "The Tyger" and
Andrew MarvellÃ''s "To His Coy Mistress")