In the Grip of Winter - Autopsy

Lost in the white, nothing in sight

Stumbling thru snow and ice

Blinded by forces you can’t control

Just to stay alive your only goal

Caught within the grip of winter

Hyperboric nightmare reigns

Arctic hysteria sets in Body goes numb as your brain

Legs go numb, panic strikes

So you then light a fire

Put your legs in the flames

Hoping for a rush of pain

Flesh burns right to the core

Spits blood from every pore

Smell your skin peel away

For your life a small price to pay

Running in searing pain

Rational thoughts are quickly slain

Take in your last cold breath

As you fall to your backsnapping death