Over northern path the night is dark
And frosting cold plays some evil game
Cruel bugbears are advancing to the depths of mind
And (considerably) spoil the joy of the day.
Now I need hope and faith
Hope and faith that warm hearts
Hope and faith that harness strength
Hope and faith with a bright light
Hope and faith that wake up happiness
Hope and faith in the black darkness
Many attend to foolishness and mockery well
But rather believe that a better occasion
Would be to bury themselves in snow
To decide and forget themselves in (all, all) winter