Stiff And Cold — Gorguts

Will I die or survive From this hell made of ice? It's up to this mountain to decide What will happen to my life

The more I climb The freezing ice Intensifies And paralyze me

A dreadful avalanche Behind me Enslaved to this mountain I shall be

Amputate my Chilblains Handless arm remains

My frozen body I behold Slowly turning Stiff and cold

Smell the sweet stench In wind's blow Of lost carcasses In the snow