The Land of Ice - The Tiger Lillies

Now in this land of ice

We pay for every vice

Frozen in the snow

Each pleasure it goes

Each lust and desire

Frozen every fire

So we await our fate

In this frozen waste

But though the ice winds blow

Leave us in the snow

Our evil is not spent

We do not repent

So if a saviour comes

Our vice will not have run

The ice and the storm

Leaves us unreformed

So we await our fate

In the frozen waste