Saint Vitus - Jack Frost lyrics

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