The white light Luminous and bright Shines in your eyes With crystals of ice. And black are the trees And death's underneath Under glassy wings And blue deathly rings Of Snowy God Of prey that he caught. So let them all die The lousy wolf and bird of the sky And the wild spotted cat Now all frosen and dead. But fury of God will Become once a spill Of a mint tea The best tea for me And for the Snowy God