Old Town Market Place, Warsaw

it was really almost 15°C (+15°C) this weekend...

When leaves have fallen and skies turn to grey
The night keeps on closing in on the day
A nightingale sings his song of farewell
You better hide for her freezing hell

On cold wings she's coming
You better keep moving
For warmth, you'll be longing
Come on, just feel it
Don't you see it?
You better believe

When she embraces
Your heart turns to stone
She comes at night when you're all alone
And when she whispers
Your blood shall run cold
You better hide before she finds you - Ice Queen,
Within Temptation