─ Kings are up north dying on icy grounds, I know, I know, I know, ah, ah, ah.

Patchface jumped forward and then backward, making the bells on his crown (which was actually a rough iron bucket) jingle. The fat, drooling fool continued in a mournful curse tone.

─ A young body rests in the snow, which will soon rise with the help of the fire. A raven with a black heart. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.