Here come the wolves in the lonesome valley
Here comes the cold, it's by your sake
There is no one to look there with you
You got cold, that piles up
For mother's sake, widow she has turned
Just before her breath was gone
I cannot trust the path to his house
Are you here, be left alone?
Someone say that you?
But they say he was aging
But my hope in?
That he was a creature atoned