In a world as cold as stone i welcome you to the land of snow.
were its always dark and full of pain how can man be so in humane. Life is crule and full of sorrow, who would want to see tomorrow?
sick of life that has no meaning, a heart of ice is now my being. Suffer slow , die off fast a slit to the throught is all i ask. Falling down in a pile of cawbl stone snow bleeding from the heart and shedding them in tears. i dye this land with my blood.
i lay here freezing with the land, lonely as hell i need more heat to though my heart but it's to late for that now
the world is slow and full of snow as rich as blood stinging the soul. This is how we live our lives in the land of snow, suffering slow, dieing fast hell freezes over it's the end at last...
