Veronica sings:

"I let you here, on your own.

All alone, away from home.

With no one to keep you safe.

There is no haste.

Fear the grace of death of many have faced.

In the cold, when the ice grabs you ahold.

You shall know the price of trusting me.

As you tremble, while the wind frost your ears.

You disappear, without a trace.

There is no race, you shall face.

The cold feeling of the snow.

Wind is howling, as it blow through your hair.

No, I am not fair.

Dead is the man you once were.

As I welcome your skull to my lair.

I will not hurt you now, I swear.

Since death is what I care."