Trail of haze made of permafrost
Eerie sight seems to never end
Even with eyes that are frozen shut
Cessation of the poltergeist…
never is!
Without your trusty flame reaper
Breaking your fridgerated armor
Fangs will sink into your skin
After encasement in permafrost
Doomed from the outset
Smashed and slashed to the end
The fangs are the final nails in the
Surrogate coffin of
solidified snow
Now your adventure finishes
Wrecked ribcage, gnawed kneecap, the gore has just begun
Cleaved kidneys, overturned ovaries, feasting, leaving naught
Even as an animal
Ice Wraiths live beyond the pale
Never knowing emotional state
Only pools your blood creates
Cryogenic hemorrhaging
Frozen, smashed bones
Shrieking out in agony
As its famine is doused... by my flesh!

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