It's cold outside .....
Walking at the hour of late
Lights shine dimly in the streets
Feeling like the messenger of fate
Taking the unlucky creature he meets
A wind is blowing, strong and cold
Spins my head and makes me dizzy
Feeling lonely like the days of old
I count the trees to keep me busy
I look up and above I see
Clouds roll by graceful and fast
And the moon is bright and silvery
Has been hidden, comes out at last
To be the witness of my cruelsome act
Shining down with horror on the scene
But it is my duty, I made a pact
To take the lives of those who have seen
But a glimpse of the life after death
And thus know what that is to be
Well, here she comes, this Lady Beth
A fine woman, aged ninety-three