Gray Ghost Siberian
there is no shelter we made hell we are glacial bodies
crawling out laying
waste from day to day in carcass towns there is no
shelter we made hell we are
frostbite call us slow death release the ghost that
haunts your last breath
welcome to the wasteland i call this home i would guide
with these frigid hands
through the desolate we will suffer welcome to the
wasteland i'm better off in
the dark i'll survive with these frigid hands no sun no
warmth no luck say
you're bitter say you're burnt so you sleep alone say
you're frozen wretched
cold encased erased in snow i know where heart songs of
love lost ones are
tested on the breathless i welcome an avalanche to chill
my bones when will
these black lungs and blue tongues cough up more than
prose been pleading with
arctic gales to burn my corpse some more say you're
bitter say you're burnt so
you sleep alone say you're frozen wretched cold encased
erased in snow
