I was born in the dead of winter,

Carved from frost and sharpened steel.

Love and mercy are but whispers,

That I will never hear nor feel.

I take what I want, I leave ruin behind,

A heartless queen, with a cold, empty mind.

Veins full of ice, frozen in stone,

I stand alone on a throne built of stone.

Veins full of ice, nothing runs warm,

Watch as I walk through the ruin I've formed.

Your cries are like echoes fading,

Drowned beneath my callous will.

Every soul I touch lies bleeding,

And yet my hands feel nothing still.

I break, I betray, with no second thought,

Your suffering is just another afterthought.

Veins full of ice, frozen in stone,

I stand alone on a throne built of stone.

Veins full of ice, nothing runs warm,

Watch as I walk through the ruin I've formed.

I leave no footprints, I leave no trace,

Erase your name, erase your face.

I steal, I shatter, I cut like a knife,

I take what I want—your blood, your life.

Bow to me or be forgotten,

It makes no difference in the end.

Your love, your hope, your desperate pleading,

Are just illusions you defend.

No remorse, no regrets, nothing to hide,

Just endless frost where warmth has died.

Veins full of ice, frozen in stone,

I stand alone on a throne built of stone.

Veins full of ice, shadows will grow,

But I will feel nothing, not now, not ever…

"Not now… not ever…"

"No warmth… no soul…"

"Only ice… only cold…"