Celtic Frost The Inevitable Factor
I stalk alone the burried seas Dead and white, weak memories Below zero, I'm turning blue Why does the ice burn so hot Frozen waters, a strange land I know I live, as the frost bites My eyes are closed, but I can't sleep Moving forward, for sleep means death A white shroud covers me I buried myself to stay alive Time's passing slow on my pale face Beneath the snow, beneath the ice I stalk alone the buried seas Dead and white, weak memories
