: We see a young woman sitting on a hill, as grey snow swirls around her. Her eyes are worn and empty, just as her heart. A flute starts to play a sad, slow tune that is chilling to the marrow. After a sorrowful intro, she starts to sing. Her voice is haunting as it drifts over the brewing snow. :

"Be careful weary hearts.

Lost and do they stray.

The snow twirls about me.

Now showing me the way."

"The innocent and dying blood

Cries out from the ground.

The snow, it bears you gently,

Cov'ring all around."

: The flute plays its solo :

"A hallowed ground which blood was shed

Reveals its one true trait.

My God! Deliver me,

From unholy fate."

"Be wary of the danger

Of what lies ahead.

Remember my words

For the innocent and dead."

: The flute continues to play the melancholy tune. It starts to slow down and finally finishes. :