So you want a life of mist and magic Well you're gonna have to pay the price The road is long as it is twisted And it's almost always covered in fucking ice
And if you should embark On a path as cold and black as this A time will come when there's no turning back And the only way out is through the grave
Under the crescent moon the weary travel on Trying to recall why they even started The darkness unrelenting, the cold chills to the bone So don't forget to bring a fucking jacket