Woe to him who falls alone.
A chill will strike into his bone.

Woe to the lost that isn't found.
A lonely pain burns all around.

Woe to the corpse within the stream.
An awful choke. An awful scream.

Woe to him who feels ashamed.
A lifeless glimpse into the rain.

Woe to the fool who was too nice.
A spirit wanders lost in ice.

This chill will strike another bone.
Woe to him who falls alone.