norther soul

To feel the snow on your skin,
Chills your spine and confuses your mind,
An insane grin develops on your frozen face,
And you begin yelling at the rest of your team,
For lying on the pale white ground,
Never a motion is made among them,
But yet you continue to scream and yell,
Thought its to late they already made it to hell,
Blue from the painful cold and red from your pierced flesh,
Avalanche of terror and blizzard of insanity takes control,
Beat after beat, tick after tick your heart begins to die,
Curse god from your frozen tormented soul,
For allowing this to happen,
But it will never happen again,