In The Frost

He cut his sorrow from the flesh

And bound it from his love

She said I hope that it kills you

He said he'd give her answers

When his blood dripped to the ground

And from the kill he knew he'd need to

And the wind it didn't dim to the fire overhead

But the world is still mourning from your loss

And your love she's speaking empties

To the death parade in the frost

Oh in the frost

So please bury him deep

Woah keep that man from me

In the rubble and the soil

He holds the the key to all my toil

Until the day I can no longer hide

And I lay down by his side.

Oh by his side

The rain it taints the mourners

As they pray for a straight tear

Down comes the storm

Drowning his old faithful

And they sing a thousand songs

From the depths of bloody hell

To take his soul from their handfuls

But a heart it skips a beat

As a senses take its leap

And the world turns so slowly to a creep

The faithful kiss their crosses

But the hate still spreads the disease

The disease, the disease

So please bury him deep

Woah keep that man from me

In the rubble and the soil

He holds the key to all my, all my toil

Until the day I can no longer hide

And I lay down by his, by his side

And I lay by his side

Oh by his side.

So go soft into the night

Far beyond your fear and fright.

I lay here before you

This is what you need to do

So go soft into the night

Far beyond your fear and fright.

I lay here before you

This is what you need to do

So go soft into the night

Far beyond your fear and fright.

I lay here before you

This is what you need to do