When winter comes along, don't wash away my tearsnOn a snow-covered roof I'll crynMoulding my own iciclesnWaiting for my enemy to comennDon't cross your fingers this timenI can handle this mission on my own nWith black eyes and night vision gogglesn I'll be in wait herenn['ooh-weah' interlude]nnWhen winter comes along, don't wash away my tearsnThey're hanging from the eavesnThe weight of sorrow, pierces your misdeedsnnWaiting for my enemy to comenDon't cross your fingers this timenI can handle this mission on my own nWith black eyes and night vision goggles I'll be in wait here, the weight of sorrownPierces your misdeedsnPierces your misdeeds