Winter.

Time of the year again covered in clouds,
Covered fields in snow shrouds,
Temperature going six feet under,
So deep cant even hear silent thunder!

One thousand miles of ice,
On thousand miles of snow,
Coming down on you,
What the hell would you do?
Let this winter show you.

Burried under tons of snow,
Your blood stops to flow,
Now your only friend indeed,
Is the fear you feed,
Stuck between rock and ice,
You will soon pay the price...

One thousand miles of ice,
One thousand miles of snow,
Winters here they start,
To tear you to parts...

Low on air,
You stare,
Your last hopes,
On a life cut short,
Last moment in the light,
You say goodnight...

Winter is a friend sometimes,
But when you fool around,
We will find you on the ground,
Frozen dead,
Mislead...

"The ripple and the wave."

The forgotten book