Engulfed in snowstorm, the castle
Is bearing it's towers. High in the wind
Is weather vane, like flag of some fierce vassal,
Despite the blizzard strong enough to grind.
Lay yourself down to sleep, sweet Wendy!
Your valiance is strong. I'm confident with that.
Don't come along. Let's end up eerie chat.
I wish thee good-night. Be sure your gun is handy.