Kina Grannis
Timshel
Cold is the water
It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
Death is at your doorstep
It will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance
You are not alone in this
You are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand
And we will hold your hand, hold your hand
You are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life