Cold death on your skin
Your world out of spin
The sky turns black
A storm approaches
Chills down your back
Like thunderbolts
Rush of cold sweat
Your mind is numb, your limbs like lead
Front row for Judgment Day
Cold death on your skin
You're buried deep, a tomb of ice
Your world out of spin
Round and round till its demise
Nature demands its sacrifice
It stops at nothing
Man will pay the fatal price
Life's hanging by a thread
An avalanche
It's our last call
For in the end we fall
A wretched groan
Fight to survive
Ripped from your throne
Squashed like a roach
Ice cracks your bones
Carried away, crushed onto stones
Buried and never found
Cold death on your skin
You're buried deep, a tomb of ice
Your world out of spin
Round and round till its demise
Nature demands its sacrifice
It stops at nothing
Man will pay the fatal price
Life's hanging by a thread
An avalanche
It's our last call
For in the end we...
You think you're God's own creation,
Think you have nothing to fear
You want to pray for salvation
But your god isn't here