Frostbite

Alone and old, his hands shaken cold
Man finds his way, through barren stone
Rain pours like ice, from ancient war
A winter home, for the man who mourns

Broken, his will
Turns to stone
Blade sharp, to kill
Blood turns cold

All on his own, froze to the bone
Mans lost his way, all on his own
Rain pours like ice, unlike before
A cold dark sky, a nightmare born

His nightmare born
No

Broken, his will
Turns to stone
Blade sharp, to kill
Blood turns cold



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Writer(s): Ryan Arnold
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