As night grew cold
And darkness bold
A story started to unfold

A story of a man who found
He was surrounded by a shroud
So cold a shroud, so bold a shroud
To which he was completely bound

One night a hand, so cold a hand
Reached into the dark shroud
So cold a hand, so bold a hand
Inside the shroud was found

With thought so bold, with thought so cold,
Of hand so cold, of hand so bold,
The man grew old, with thought so cold
Of one choice cold, of one choice bold

As time grew bold
And body cold
A grim thought started to unfold