Marrow freezing cold and bone shattering winds
Snow so cold it erases sins
Icy spears and frozen monoliths
A testament to a omnipotent might
Pray that You are in a warm place tonight
People caught in this Devilish storm
Will become statues upon the morn
The Waters of Coctyus descend upon the land
Guided by a swift tempered God's hand
Upon the morn the storm is done
Apollo races across the sky with the Chariot of the Sun
All is calm and all is well
Until next winter when there is another descent into a frozen hell
