Long ago in days of yore 
There was a town found way up north 
There was a coldness in the air 
For all the people who lived there 

Were being held prisoner 
By a wizard with white hair 
High up in his mountain cave 
The wizard looks down on his slaves 

The wizard wrings his hands and laughs 
While the peasants talk about their pasts 
Until someone asks "When did this come that we do so fear the sun?" 

Your heart, it will grow cold 
When the white wizard takes his hold 
With fire in hand the peasants climb 
To reclaim all their lost time 

In his cave he's left to burn 
And once again the seasons turn 
No longer cursed by the wizard's hand 
The peasants now enjoy their land