The Inevitable Factor - Celtic Frost

I stalk alone the burried seas

Dead and white, weak memories

Below 0, I’m turning blue

Why does the ice burn so hot

Frozen waters, a strange land

I know I live, as the frost bites

My eyes are closed, but I can’t sleep

Moving forward, for sleep means death

A white shroud covers me

I buried myself to stay alive

Time’s passing slow on my pale face

Beneath the snow, beneath the ice

I stalk alone the burried seas

Dead and white, weak memories