Timshel sing and play along

Cold is the water,

it freezes your already cold mind.

Already cold, cold mind.

Death is at your doorstep

and it will steal your innocence.

But it will not steal your substance.

But you are not alone in this.

And you are not alone in this.

As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand.

Hold your hand.

And you are the mother,

the mother of your bay by child.

The one to whom gave life.

You have your your choices

and these are what your make man great.

But His ladder to the stars.

stance.

But you are not alone in this.

And you are not alone in this.

As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand.

Hold your hand.

And But I will tell the night

and whisper, "Lose your sight,"

but I can't move the mountains for you.