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 up in your wake Floating up A voice disappears 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
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