Jack Frost — текст песни (Saint Vitus)

Winter is coming
You`d better take care
For then I`m released
All mortals beware
Lock your windows
Bolt all doors
And hope it keeps me out
You better hope some more
Living things wither
Your bones feel my cold
I silently slither
Turning young into old
Bodies lie broken
Brittle from the wind
One moment with me
And frostbite sets in
Nights,they grow longer
When I`m around
Your world is smothered
Under frozen ground
Exposure to me
Brings on certain death
If you don`t believe
Just look at your breath