The Blue Frost coats
It all; still.
Listen to the music,
Of the silence and the chill.
The grass will turn to glass under our feet
As the blue frost freezes our bloody past
And still you will fear me
Free at last
I have seen the
Corpses, under the blackwood tree
Sweat still dripping
From trying to run from me
And I have seen the man that walks
Stooped low to the ground
And I have seen the crippled who
Walks straight and tall and proud
And I have seen the fire die
Under the storm of tears that I did cry
And I have seen the bird no longer fly
As frost like syrup merged the sky
And I have seen the heart of the eye
The prize we fight for, the prize we try
To achieve for ourselves, so tell me why
Do we hurt others like us and cheat, and lie
Only to feel the pain of my
They all search for an answer
A few, they have asked me for a way
A way to cheat, to beat, or defeat me
“There is no way,” I would say
But to a few who should come before me
With a thirst to satisfy
And a hunger to devour the truth,
I have given the secret to never die.
“The key to immortality,” I would say,
“The trick to seeing another day,
Is to leave your very own Mark
And let your legend live on,
in the next generation’s heart.”
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