This wasteland, my home
This cold, my life
This dark lights my eyes
This stark wilderness, my comfort, my rest
This blindness, the height of my sight

This world that surrounds
Like impenetrable cold
Crushing to dust, my bones
This surface of ice and frost, a sharp contrast
To the fog within my soul

The fog inside my soul

Standing on the icy edge
Of where winter's cold is born
Watching the ice like soldiers marching past

How I long to be a part
Of their deathly peaceful march
With the cold wrapped around
And the fog calling on
To some nether ethereal song

I long to dive beneath the ice. I
I'd gaze above into the shimmering light
I turn my eyes up to the sky. I
My body's froze

My blood feels black
My blood feels black
My blood feels black
My blood feels black

Whose womb gives birth to the ice and frost?

Raise your fist
Lift your voice
Crack the ice

Raise your fist
Lift your voice
Crack the ice

Raise your fist
Lift your voice
Crack the sky

Anchored to this land of ice and snow
Seems no escape
The crystalled air filling my lungs
Slows with each breath I take

No rest, no warmth, no power of will
To join the icy throng
Casting my eyes beyond the skies
Nothing but frost surrounds

Ice soldiers marching on

Where they drift I cannot go
For I can't move or breathe
My mind is numb, my hope has gone
The way of death's decay

The fates have left me lying here
My thread within their reach
But turn their backs, like God, his eyes
A wretched relic doomed to freeze
Dead inside but to never die

I'd gaze above into the shimmering light
I turn my eyes up to the sky, I
My body's froze
My blood feels black

I long to dive beneath the ice, I
My blood feels black
I'd gaze above into the shimmering light
My blood feels black
I turn my eyes up to the sky, I
My blood feels black
My body's froze