Winter: a season of death

You hear a distant sound

Screaming, whining

Along with the cracking of the ice

You can hear someone shouting out your name



The scratching, the screaming, the whining

You're frozen to death

Or is it just the sounds of ice

Under your keel



And you know, you know you're trapped

Now you're trapped

Corpses are floating op in your wake

Floating up

A voice disaappears with the wind

Blows away

Along with the cracking of the ice

The track will be frozen over in a while



The scratching, the screaming, the whining

You're frozen to death

And soon there will be

Only the ice and the snow

Only the ice and the snow