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Surgical Frost Mature contentM

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Lyrics

Verse 1

Frozen walls rise up from the eighty-three dream

Cold white vapor starts to choke the scream

Thick clouds thicken like a velvet snare

No gods listening to a hollow prayer

Pre-Chorus

Iron bell tolls in the distance

Heavy metal heavy resistance

Failing ground

Shifting sound

The world is thin

Chorus

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

Silver metal clenched inside a fist

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

I see the mark upon a broken wrist

White ice cracking where the shadow lies

Viktra watches with her empty eyes

Dead men walking where the light dies

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

Verse 2

Rudolph raised her for the blade and blood

Tearing roots up from the Vistani mud

Daughter of the road with a hunter's soul

Playing a broken hero's jagged role

Hunting a ghost in a kingdom of salt

Tracing the cracks in a marble vault

Pre-Chorus

Iron bell tolls in the distance

Heavy metal heavy resistance

Failing ground

Shifting sound

The world is thin

Chorus

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

Silver metal clenched inside a fist

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

I see the mark upon a broken wrist

White ice cracking where the shadow lies

Viktra watches with her empty eyes

Dead men walking where the light dies

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

Bridge

Scalpel slicing through the winter frost

Doctor counts the cost of a lover lost

Elise is cold in a cage of glass

Wait for the surgery clock to pass

Dead fingers sewing up the gray seams

Feeding the horror of a nightmare's dreams

Hunter is hunted in the laboratory halls

Stitches are snapping as the domain falls

Drop

Flesh

Snap

Tearing the skin off the map

Breakdown

Surgical steel

Nothing to feel

Chains are rattling

Dead things battling

Dark Powers laugh while the meat is torn

Another tragedy is being born

Crawl through the wreckage

Bleed in the cold

Final Chorus

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

Silver metal clenched inside a fist

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

I see the mark upon a broken wrist

White ice cracking where the shadow lies

Viktra watches with her empty eyes

Dead men walking where the light dies

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

RUN THROUGH THE MIST

RUN

RUN

RUN

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