Tekster: Vendetta Red. Other. The White Nightmare.

Avalanche a tidal wave of frozen fear allergenic to ur atmosphere careening down to blanket all serenade our town is only a mass grave not even the church was saved and so we pray to piles of snow i can barely breathe but i cant see the ice has nearly frozen me if my friends die first ill eat them human flesh abominable sustenance eternity to recompense forgivness in a lake of fire worry now half the mountainside came down i took a final look around and held my breath for two long weeks