Midwinter
Album • 2006
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It was his last day in life The old man raised his head to the sky And called out the name of the father: God - when I die, I know it is your will But my last wish I pray to you to fulfil: I never possessed a garden, so give it to me And I will be your son again Thorns of ice (will never melt) On a stem of a rose And the icy blossom will - Will resist the winter-storms My dream had come true - the old man thought But god gave him a garden full of ice In despair the old man grew ?em with frozen blue But just one started to bloom A rose of ice with steel-blue thorns of frozen life With a snow-tear in his eye he stroke the plant But thorns of ice ripped his skin And his blood flew on the blossom It turned red - rose-red Thorns of ice (can make you bleed) For what (for your life's deed) Thorns of ice remember you All the time in life Thorns of ice stitching your skin Intoxicating all your blood Lower the eternal pulse... ...with his hands Full of freezing blood The old man raised his head the second time to the sky And asked again: Oh God, mighty God Look at my hands, full of frozen blood like a murderer! I never killed, I never slept, I never lived in sin But what for, you punish me - God, mighty God... Thorns Of Ice... So here is my answer, the voice sounded from the sky I want you to remember the time you lived your life Time spent, wasted on nothingness When you sow a second you'll never get an hour... So the old man asked himself: How much consideration I gave a rose in life?
Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 13, 2026
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Under the arc of a weather stain boards Ancient goblins, and warlords, Come out the ground, not making a sound, The smell of death is all around, And the night when the cold wind blows No one cares, nobody knows. I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again, I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again. Follow victor to the sacred place This aint a dream, I cant escape Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones, Spirits moaning among the tombstones, And the night, when the moon is bright, Someone cries, something aint right. I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again, I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again. The moon is full, the air is still, All of the sudden I feel a chain, Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away, Skeletons dance, I curse this day, And the night when the wolves cry out, Listen close and you can hear me shout. I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again, I dont want to be buried in a pet sematary I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, no I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, oh, oh I dont want to live my life again, oh, no, no, no I dont want to live my life again, oh, oh
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Nov 17, 2025
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