In the ice world so cold
Between the stilled mountain sleeves
The wind crashes and wakens
The air above the knoll
Raving wildly at the team
Guides his mistress a witch in white
To the lamp post past the churning stream
Thou it seems something’s gone astray
A wind of change has come today
Two sons of Adam two daughters of Eve
The lion the witch will clash its prophecy
The rock on the hill – the ghoul in the dark
The wardrobe the gate between
The land of Narnia
A face as pale as death
What pray tell is this ?
Speak up now I cannot hear you !
This question that you ask
Is that how you address the queen ?
I beg your pardon majesty
Could it be that I’ve gone insane ?
Or does this mean the end of my reign