Long was the winter, brief was the fight
Deadly was the struggle, and cold was the night
When dawn finally came, colder was my life

Evil was plucked out, at least so they say
Evil is now gone, forever banned from the land
Yet my world is cold, and my skies forever grey

Never did I bear arms, never did I ride
Never did I try, to take someone else’s life
Never did I take oath, to my own sacrifice

I am not a soldier, I am a simple bard
I am not a king, ruling through poisoning lies
I am just a man, trying to live without disguise

I was a father, but alas am no more
I lost my daughter, only light in my life
I lost my love, cruelly taken away by war

One day we’ll meet again then I will sing with her
The one song she liked to hear me sing
Then she will smile again, I will take her hand
Anew we will walk the path of love

Fresh like a gushing spring, young like a new morning
I will grasp her in my arms
Back to the days when she was born by my own hands
She will be my only love again

Gone is the light that used to shine
She was taken, never to come back
Her star will, shine on me tonight

Cold I have found her laying on the ground
Her face so fair, with her hair spread around
Even all her roses, had withered from their sorrow

I carried her back to our home
Underneath our garden she now lays at rest
Though her soul, is now gone since long

I will not cry anymore tonight
All the land’s in joy, so why should I grieve
I can hear them feast, they rejoice their lives are safe

Oh how I wish I had died in her stead
Or that we had, passed away together
Too late for regrets, she is gone and I’m here

One day we’ll meet again then I will sing with her
The one song she liked to hear me sing
Then she will smile again, I will take her hand
Anew we will walk the path of love

Fresh like a gushing spring, young like a new morning
I will grasp her in my arms
Back to the days when she was born by my own hands
She will be my only love again

Tonight I will sing tomorrow I will walk
I will return, to my life of roving
Villages and castles will never know about my grief

Thus ends the story of the frozen valley
Some will be remembered, for their valor and their might
Most will be forgotten, but to the eyes of their father