That thing hid in the glares of the covering storm.
A savage chuckle outlawed all my wit.
there goes all the warm.
That thing that hides in the glares of the covering storm
It stares with scarred-from-light eyes
Where has gone all the warm?
Everything below him lies
It Stares at me with Scarred-from light eyes,
"I am the Ice man, and you will feel my wrath"
Everything below him cold lies
I have taken the frozen path
I am the Ice man, and you will feel my Wrath
The sun peered through the dense clouds to see it;
I have taken the frozen path:
My savage chuckle outlawed all my wit.
Since I am the Ice man, who is the sun?