Here I stand in coldness, Crossroads in the frozen snow. Many paths from which to choose, One of them is my own. I stare in disbelief the promise that I hold, As I can feel it in my heart. Frozen wall of despair has locked me Inside my own head. And my soul chooses death, rather than This so cold/called life. I stare in disbelief the promise that i hold, As I can feel it in my heart of cold. Right to choose my own way, Even thou I'm lost in time. For what it's worth I hold the key, That unlocks my despair. I stare in disbelief the promise that I hold, As I can feel it in my heart of cold.