I’m sitting in this dark and cold room which is filled with doom,

I keep Staring at the ceiling with a bad feeling that it’s going to fall,

The wind outside is playing with the gate,

Every time it moves I can hear it squeek.

The Snow is getting worse and the ceiling is starting to leak,

I took the last scraps of wood I could find and put them into an empty oil barrel,

The warm dull fire lighttened up the empty room.

Soon the storm turned into silence,

I looked out the broken window , and then I seen them coming,

they were coming for me

I took my rifle and went off ,

Once again into the heart of the dark night.